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Gerard's eyes adjusted as Thea came into view and sat across from him at the warm fire. The fire cast pale orange lights over Thea's skin, giving her a warm, bright hue. It was pleasant, in contrast to the darkening purple sky. Suddenly the heat of the fire seemed more intense, wrapping around Gerard in a comforting way. Marie was good company normally but the companionship of another human was something he often ached for. Marie couldn't have a conversation with him, but people could respond! He typically did very well with his loneliness, even preferring it most of the time, but now and then it was nice to remind himself that he was a social being. Thea seemed like pleasant company too. She was kind, and had taken the bad news in stride.
"Oh no, you're brightening my evening," he assured her. "i'm glad you came. I thought I scared you away. What were you working on?" he asked curiously. He remembered her with the small jar of oil in the market earlier. What had she been making? He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck at her question about his business, and shook his head. "No, I'm afraid I did not get anymore customers. But it's alright. It was a fine day and I enjoyed watching the folk in town."
It was then that the light of the fire caught something in her hair. A blue-black glimmer shifted when she moved, and his eyes fell on the bird feather he had given her earlier. His gray eyes brightened, and he grinned widely. "Is that what you were working on? Can I see it closer? Hair ornaments are something I'm quite fond of, naturally," he joked. The couple of beads he had woven into his own chocolate-hued hair clinked together when he laughed. He could see the feather was somehow held in her hair by what looked like a bead but he was too far away to make out exactly what it was. He didn't see hair ornaments with feathers all too often, and perhaps she had a new way of decorating with feathers. If so, he had to learn it. He didn't know if that was truly a raven's feather, but either way, birds were good luck. He wouldn't mind having a feather good luck charm!
"Oh no, you're brightening my evening," he assured her. "i'm glad you came. I thought I scared you away. What were you working on?" he asked curiously. He remembered her with the small jar of oil in the market earlier. What had she been making? He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck at her question about his business, and shook his head. "No, I'm afraid I did not get anymore customers. But it's alright. It was a fine day and I enjoyed watching the folk in town."
It was then that the light of the fire caught something in her hair. A blue-black glimmer shifted when she moved, and his eyes fell on the bird feather he had given her earlier. His gray eyes brightened, and he grinned widely. "Is that what you were working on? Can I see it closer? Hair ornaments are something I'm quite fond of, naturally," he joked. The couple of beads he had woven into his own chocolate-hued hair clinked together when he laughed. He could see the feather was somehow held in her hair by what looked like a bead but he was too far away to make out exactly what it was. He didn't see hair ornaments with feathers all too often, and perhaps she had a new way of decorating with feathers. If so, he had to learn it. He didn't know if that was truly a raven's feather, but either way, birds were good luck. He wouldn't mind having a feather good luck charm!