love should be as flowers of the weedy sort
Kamaria's face is already lit up, and she's already beaming, completely enamored with Seren. Her very own sister. She just can't quite get over it, now that they're finally meeting in person. It feels like she's been waiting forever. But when Seren pulls out a pink little shell, Kamaria's eyes brighten even more.
She gasps and reaches up to try and hold the comb-like shell in her hands. "Yeah, it does," she says, admiring its edges. Kamaria's grin slips away into a very intrigued, straighter expression as Seren outlines the origins of this very simple little object. She'd never thought such a story could come from something so small. She nods, pouting as she holds the comb to her chest. "I'll keep it safe for always!"
"I didn't bring you anything..." she frowns, not having thought about it. Plus, it's not like she could've brought a whole sack of gifts for everyone... which is probably something she would try to do - if she had thought of it. Then, an idea sparks and she asks, "Do you like to play games?"
She gasps and reaches up to try and hold the comb-like shell in her hands. "Yeah, it does," she says, admiring its edges. Kamaria's grin slips away into a very intrigued, straighter expression as Seren outlines the origins of this very simple little object. She'd never thought such a story could come from something so small. She nods, pouting as she holds the comb to her chest. "I'll keep it safe for always!"
"I didn't bring you anything..." she frowns, not having thought about it. Plus, it's not like she could've brought a whole sack of gifts for everyone... which is probably something she would try to do - if she had thought of it. Then, an idea sparks and she asks, "Do you like to play games?"
they break through cement and persist
Kamaria
