"It is just...my nature," he shrugs a shoulder slightly, wings rustling in the quiet as he moves to fetch the last box (which is actually two; one is smaller and contains the two beads he had strung on a cord to form a matching bracelet, the partner to her necklace) and bring it over while she is laying out the silk.
"Now this isn't gold," he says, as he offers it over to her. "And I have not seen a piece like this in your collections, so I do hope you like it. I feel it will suit you nicely," he adds.
(She may detect a hint of hope in his voice, along with a touch of uncertainty - it truly is something he likes for her, and he hopes that she will like it as well, and not just because it is a gift from him.)
The intricate designs on the glass beads (lotuses and knotwork) contrast brightly with the silver pieces between, and the 'statement' piece at the center which has the silver interwoven within the lotus flower itself is bright and sparkles, even in the low light.
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"Now this isn't gold," he says, as he offers it over to her. "And I have not seen a piece like this in your collections, so I do hope you like it. I feel it will suit you nicely," he adds.
(She may detect a hint of hope in his voice, along with a touch of uncertainty - it truly is something he likes for her, and he hopes that she will like it as well, and not just because it is a gift from him.)
The intricate designs on the glass beads (lotuses and knotwork) contrast brightly with the silver pieces between, and the 'statement' piece at the center which has the silver interwoven within the lotus flower itself is bright and sparkles, even in the low light.