Disclaimer: Getting tired of these now. Don't own Princess Tutu
Day 7: Forever
"Well it certainly will be a best seller," the editor said as she handed him back the beautifully covered book "you'll be missed in the writing community Ray; isn't there anyway we can convince you to remain?"
A hearty laugh, matured over decades, was her answer and wrinkled, ink stained hands fiddled with the gold detailing of the necklace held reverently in his hands "I'm old, Natalie; now the only stories that I'll weave are those that I'll tell my grandchildren."
Natalie sighed before straightening "And the cover; so simple yet captivating. The design…"
"Won't be used," Raynard said shortly while placing both book and necklace beside his inherited writing utensils; the glass wings of the pendant catching the afternoon sunlight "I want this one to be one of a kind."
"Is that why you hand wrote it instead of typing?" the amused editor asked wryly "and why I have photocopies as your manuscript submission?"
Another laugh and the old writer ushered his pouting guest out of the study, pausing only to flatten the cowlick at the top of his head. Natalie continued into the living room, still complaining, but the author paused at the threshold, green eyes softening as he gazed at the finished novel.
"Thanks Grandpa," he whispered before closing the door.
Inside, the book let off a soft, golden glow which wrapped itself around the necklace and inkpot before fading away.
Seeing the light from under the door, Raynard smiled before leaving to prepare tea for his visitor.
A/N: Just to clarify Raynard is not their grandchild; he's their great-grandchild. He just calls them grandma and grandpa. Onto the next chapter!