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Wysteria Poppell ([personal profile] heirring) wrote in [personal profile] heorte 2022-11-12 08:17 am (UTC)

That perfect little nug necklace, mercilessly melted down for it's metal and living on now as some fine, integral component in that great brutish gun of hers—

For a moment, she hardly hears him. Yes, yes, pressed flowers and sketches. Something that would please her. It's only when Ellis says this second thing that her attention rises suddenly, her gaze turning directly on him. It's difficult to parse perfectly through the comical half face of makeup but surely there is some genuine emotion tangled there in her expression.

"No. I like it," is sharply insistent. A blatant refusal of it'll fetch a food price, though she's certain that it would. Like so many of Ellis's gifts, this one is far, far too fine.

Her attention drops back to the pearl and glass lock. Distantly, she is aware of the heat of embarrassment burning at the back of her neck. What an absurd little thing to be struck by and after all this time

"Forgive me, it's not that. It just reminds me something." She could say nothing further, but it's Wysteria and so that's not actually true. "My mother had—has, rather—something very similar."

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