She’d chuckle quietly, rolling the stone between her fingers. A light hue warmed her cheeks with the way he looked at her, hinting at and reminding her of his earlier promise of showing her something later. [color=#008e02]“Bloody rascal,”[/color] Meg mumbled, yet the grin wouldn’t be contained, fighting against her usual caution with his infectious boyish charm.
His hand joined hers in playing with the stone, the tough sending a familiar jolt down her nerves that had Meg relax completely. Grin became a thoughtful smile before Meg took his hand along with hers and the stone, drawing them towards her chest.[color=#008e02] “It’s old magic. Something Sylaise made for when June had to leave the Home Tree. He could take it anywhere and know, she was safe, happy.” [/color]
Adjusting her shirt with her free hand, Meg placed the stone against the dip of her collarbone, the pair's hands resting atop. [color=#008e02]“The practice was lost in time, but… I figured it out.” [/color]Warmth and a soft light peaked through the gaps of their hold, a faint beat of life resonated finally settling into the stone. The process was entirely simple, a repurpose of magic for another means, but it would give him some peace of mind that she was good and well.
[color=#008e02]“Now you always have my heart with you,”[/color] now it was her turn to be bashful. Reluctantly, she let their hands drop back down to the table, her own unclenching to reveal the now softly pulsing stone. [color=#008e02]“It’ll only react to you or me, so it, um, it shouldn’t, um.. Bother your work.”[/color]
His hand joined hers in playing with the stone, the tough sending a familiar jolt down her nerves that had Meg relax completely. Grin became a thoughtful smile before Meg took his hand along with hers and the stone, drawing them towards her chest.[color=#008e02] “It’s old magic. Something Sylaise made for when June had to leave the Home Tree. He could take it anywhere and know, she was safe, happy.” [/color]
Adjusting her shirt with her free hand, Meg placed the stone against the dip of her collarbone, the pair's hands resting atop. [color=#008e02]“The practice was lost in time, but… I figured it out.” [/color]Warmth and a soft light peaked through the gaps of their hold, a faint beat of life resonated finally settling into the stone. The process was entirely simple, a repurpose of magic for another means, but it would give him some peace of mind that she was good and well.
[color=#008e02]“Now you always have my heart with you,”[/color] now it was her turn to be bashful. Reluctantly, she let their hands drop back down to the table, her own unclenching to reveal the now softly pulsing stone. [color=#008e02]“It’ll only react to you or me, so it, um, it shouldn’t, um.. Bother your work.”[/color]
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