"Merry Christmas, Bramble." Mikasa hands a present to Bramble, a box wrapped in red containing hardened steel pieces and a Wings of Freedom patch.
Bramble backed up a bit as something was held out to her, an ear cocking and head tilting at what it was and the phrase to go with it. “Chr…Christmas?” she sounded out delicately, taking the box and staring at it for a moment. “Some kinda gift? D’I… o–open it now, or…”
Unfamiliar with the tradition, she waits for a nod before cautiously drawing a claw down one side of the wrapping to open it with as little mess as possible. The chimera pulled the red wrapping away and opened the box to see… a familiar symbol. That was on all of their jackets, wasn’t it?
“S’real pretty, Mikasa,” came the murmur, eyes never leaving the patch as she delicately pulled it out and admired the threadwork. “Th–thank y’. If I’d’a known I was s’posed t–t’getcha a gift, I-I would’a m-m-made somethin’, but…” Then she noticed that there were pieces of steel in the box, too, and she looked up questioningly at her friend. “S’th’metal… s-s’posed t’mean somethin’, or…? ‘N what’s th’patch… for?”
