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Post by Ancients on Jun 8, 2016 13:10:25 GMT -8
Did she make it? Of course. Gifts that weren't made for by the self for others were much closer to being priceless rather than something bought off of a shelf. Additionally, they required time to be spent on them, and Inkidortes hoped that time would show how much she appreciated the prior gift to her. Gifts are quite topical to the apprentice leader. Still, she kept this all to her self and merely replied "yes."
The red thread twined about his fingers as he explored the scarf and the holes in it - "Be careful," she half-heatedly chided, "tug too much and it will all come undone." Only after she said it did she realize how morbid such a statement could be, or how apt it was to the threads of life...
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Post by quinnquinn on Jun 9, 2016 6:42:24 GMT -8
"You made it..." He smiled a little as he trailed off, pulling his fingers out of it. "I will look after it." Owen dropped it on his lap to find the ends, and once he did, he started to drape it around his shoulders, caressing each stitch with his fingertips. "It's tidy... Thank you!" He smiled widely, an unusual look for his face that was almost like stone. The more he cuddled his neck into the scarf, the more his boyish grin faded back into nothing. He was still happy in the moment, his tired eyes looking invigorated and bright.
"Thank you Inkidortes..!" He repeated, his voice the only sign of his excitement now.
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Post by Ancients on Jun 29, 2016 5:54:56 GMT -8
"You are very welcome." The smile and the brightness of his eyes...perhaps they were worth the awkwardness of gift giving. After decades of knowing this child she could estimate just about how much the gift meant to him. The thought brought a small smile to her lips.
Inkidortes waited a minute...or two. As comfortable silence descended into awkwardness for her, she resolved to leave. Standing, she said: "Quinn, I must take my leave. The office needed me approximately...thirteen minutes ago." She took a moment to double check her estimate with her watch before looking expectantly at Owen for a departure remark.
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Post by quinnquinn on Jun 29, 2016 6:01:36 GMT -8
Owen looked up from the bundle of red, and spotted the small smile on Inkidortes's lips. With half a chuckle, the boy seemed to smile back as well. It disappeared slowly as he continued to look at her in silence, eyes flickering between her and her gift.
And eventually, she did have to leave anyway... "I'm--" he stood up as well as she did. His eyes darted around, unsure where to look. Eventually they settled on something on the far side of the room. "Thank you for coming in." He finally said, his eyes darting around again. This time when they stopped, they landed on her.
"I..." He hesitated. "I miss you coming."
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Post by Ancients on Jun 29, 2016 8:00:23 GMT -8
His phrasing caught her mid-step, mid-thought. Mmmk, maybe this little visit was not worth the awkwardness. Goodness knows the room's temperature just dropped twenty degrees to Inkidortes.
She wished he was still sitting. A head pat could be comforting right now -- if not for him, at least for her.
"Visit me then." Inkidortes quirked an eyebrow at him before spinning on her heel to stroll out, taking four steps before opening the door with barely a fumble. But before she stepped over the threshold she turned back to him...
"Stay warm, stay safe, fili mi." A normal goodbye, a common goodbye of her's. It being said she walked out, closed the door, turned down the hall and around the corner.
Cacira lifted a hand to her face, and, finding it warm, knew that despite years of practicing smooth exits and lines, her face had reddened in...shame? embarrassment? sadness? In...emotion. At the thought of memories and stories that hid too close to the surface of her mind had been pulled back for a mere second.
On her way to the offices she thought back to more pleasant memories of birds and small boys with pale eyes who really weren't as small as she'd like them to be.
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