[An IP address is sent along with a brief message: 'i don't think i ever really thanked you properly for saving me. i don't know if this really makes up for it but i hope you like it - Laika'.
At the given IP address is a textureless, nondescript room, with a single object in the middle; a rocket-shaped golden firework.
When ignited, curving violet lines rise into the air and draw out a shape that resembles her horns, with golden sparkles crackling at the ends. Another, much larger explosion follows, creating a backdrop of gold, yellow and orange specks that flash brilliantly and alternate to form a pattern suggesting sunlight. Finally, another pair of violent lines draw an upside down heart shape -- or maybe a spade like her tail - in the center as the first shapes fade away, several smaller blasts now drawing longer rays that expand far into the visible sky.
It also seems to infinitely replenish itself, with a cooldown of 30 seconds.]
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Aladriel hadn't expected any thanks—let alone one so far removed from the event in question. She's seen Laika on the dash, interacting with mutual friends and the likes. That's the only thanks she needed. Knowing Laika was alive and well.
Her thumbs hover over the message input as she considers her response. She can't just leave the petite fox-thing on read.
"I'm just glad that you're safe now. 😊🤍"
There's still the matter of the attached IP address and the hint at some kind of gift that'd be waiting for her. Curious as ever and with no regard for her own safety, she makes her way to the location.
Initially, she's confused, looking about the textureless room with a puzzled expression. This wasn't some kind of trap was it? She was gullible enough to fall for it if it were...
Her eyes are drawn to the golden rocket, then. Looking it over with wide-eyed wonder. It doesn't take her much examining to figure out that it's a firework of sorts and for a wonderful but brief moment she's sent back to the night she shared with Devon under a firework-lit sky.
A soft smile creeps onto her face and a warmth blooms in her chest, her fingers tracing over the details of the gift once lifted.
It was perfect.
Tucking it safely into her inventory, she decides that she wants to experience igniting the firework with those she loves.
"Thank you, Laika. 🤍"
