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sweetpinkpixie · 08-24-2016, 12:01 PM

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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow

Balloons WERE fragile and Emmy was fairly certain she'd be popping more of them than anything else. "Perhaps we can start with something else, then. Work our way up to balloons." You know, once she'd mastered more solid objects. The non-poppable kind. Seemed like a good plan to her so surely it was worth a try. They could coordinate schedules as soon as they were back, she'd decided.

What he said next, though-Emilia found that his words filled her stomach up with butterflies. Drawn to each other. She liked that, the wording. It seemed very grownup and important and it gave her the impression that they'd be in each other's lives for a long time, something she quite hoped for anyway. She was about to say as much when she caught sight of his hand, opening slowly to reveal something to her. What was...oh!

It was the most beautiful, interesting hummingbird she'd ever seen. The use of metal-something she'd always thought of as hard and strong-to make something she thought of as delicate and graceful. "You got this for me?" He'd said as much but she felt the need to ask again, the act seeming rather strange to her. It wasn't even her birthday or anything. "Andrei, it must have cost you a fortune! It's so pretty." She tore her eyes away from the metallic creature for a moment to offer a soft, somewhat sheepish smile to the boy before her gaze returned to her gift. Then gingerly, she reached out to take the hummingbird from him, wanting a closer look.

Her smile only grew as she held the item in her palm, observing every detail. She loved it, if he couldn't tell.

It was like she could read his mind, which some how would not surprise him if she could. Although it would also make his embarrassment level skyrocket off the charts, and it was already hovering close to the danger levels as was. actually, he would be eternally grateful if she never grew the ambition to become a Legilimens. Thoughts just had this way of tip toeing into his mind whenever he was around her and he was not sure he would know how to survive her being able to tune into those. Her having a strong intuition was perfectly fine and quite liked the feeling of that.

But then panic set in. Well, slight panic. His family was not poor, quite well off really, but he wasn't the sort to spend loads of money on things. Unless it was on his flute. Although...no, he wasn't going to finish that thought or else risk his ears turning a more obvious shade of red. "N-N-No," he stammered. "It cost nothing. Made it with assistance from scraps of metal at mătuşă's. She help too." Because his metal charming, while advanced for someone his age, was not THAT advanced.

"You...like it?" he asked, tugging on her hand in his a little. "Made in the image of you."

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