⚔️Serberia

Beyond the window stretched the endless plains of Nakiri. Traveling in that direction before, Gulveig hadn't been able to fully appreciate the scenery due to the frantic race they had to undertake. The return route was well-known and planned, so they traveled relatively calmly. Yet, the sunny landscape outside, the spring in full bloom, didn't match the girl's mood at all, and therefore didn't resonate with her. What she really needed was the strong howling of the wind whistling through the cracks in the carriage. The closer it got to May 1st, the more another fact tormented the girl: her father's birthday was coming up soon, and he would have to spend it away from his family, and the event was clearly overshadowed by the recent and extremely upsetting parting with his adopted son. Nevertheless, the girl managed to acquire a bottle of local arak at the market a little in advance. On the day of the holiday, though not in the morning, she took it out and gave it to Gungnir. "I understand that the timing is... not ideal. But it's not every day that you can get something like this, is it? Happy birthday, Father Gungnir. I'm sorry that I have to celebrate it while we're on the road. And once again... thank you for everything," she tried to smile as she said the last sentence, but didn't quite succeed. "Days pass, the world around us changes, and we change too. I hope that all of this will always be for the better." "If not now, then at least in the future." (If anything, it's implied that they won't drink it now, but that Gung can save it for later. But, of course, it's up to him; it's his gift.)