Though hidden from C'kayah's sight, Aya cannot quite contain the brightness of her smile in response to his expression of satisfaction. Though a penniless exile, Aya had never lost her desire for the finer things that seemed to always linger just out of reach. Mentally she unfolded the veil while imagining herself wearing it in mid-dance--her eyes reflecting the sparkling jewelry that adorns her. Â
His second comment breaks the spell of this dream, and draws her immediate reaction: head and shoulders turn toward him with an unsuppressed quickness, a toss that sets her blonde locks in motion as she looks back at him over her right shoulder. There is a grin upon her lips and an interest in her eyes that expresses an unspoken enthusiasm more readily than words could match.
His second comment breaks the spell of this dream, and draws her immediate reaction: head and shoulders turn toward him with an unsuppressed quickness, a toss that sets her blonde locks in motion as she looks back at him over her right shoulder. There is a grin upon her lips and an interest in her eyes that expresses an unspoken enthusiasm more readily than words could match.
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