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Kaira let out a small laugh as he offered her the rose, knowing that he would definitely be on the tail end of any teasing his sisters will throw his way with such a gesture. She twirled the stem between forefinger and thumb, careful of the soft thorns that still would pull a cut across her fingertips.
"I think this rose gives me an ease to my nerves." A smile pulled at her lips. Something wished to compel her into kissing his cheek, but said nerves kept her at his side, taking a deep breath as he lead her towards the door.
In a bid to appear more composed, she brought the soft petals to her nose and took a deep breath in. "I have never smelled a rose this lovely." She inhaled again, smiling at the delicate scent. If someone were to capture this in a oiled perfume, perhaps she would wear it daily. Or a soap made with such a fragrance... Kaira would tie this rosey aroma to this moment, being by Mabbon's side.
"Are you sure my eyes are not reddened from my earlier woes? Or perhaps my cheeks blotched from being so sniffly?" It hadn't been a gentle cry she had experienced at the Gallery, nor was she quiet and poised about it. She had felt the hands of grief, had poured out her emotions. "Honest opinion, I would hate that I did not clean up before meeting your family."
Mabbon Dreierg
"I think this rose gives me an ease to my nerves." A smile pulled at her lips. Something wished to compel her into kissing his cheek, but said nerves kept her at his side, taking a deep breath as he lead her towards the door.
In a bid to appear more composed, she brought the soft petals to her nose and took a deep breath in. "I have never smelled a rose this lovely." She inhaled again, smiling at the delicate scent. If someone were to capture this in a oiled perfume, perhaps she would wear it daily. Or a soap made with such a fragrance... Kaira would tie this rosey aroma to this moment, being by Mabbon's side.
"Are you sure my eyes are not reddened from my earlier woes? Or perhaps my cheeks blotched from being so sniffly?" It hadn't been a gentle cry she had experienced at the Gallery, nor was she quiet and poised about it. She had felt the hands of grief, had poured out her emotions. "Honest opinion, I would hate that I did not clean up before meeting your family."
Mabbon Dreierg