That little bird will kick all the others out and claim it for herself.
[Another threat, though this one lighter than her last as she clutches the birdhouse close to her chest, wrapping a hand around it almost protectively, as if it were the most delicate thing in the world. And in some way, it is... a way that she will never dare to speak aloud in his presence or not.
As for the rest... there are some other trinkets that Benedikta does pick out. A small wall mirror with a feathery motif painted around its frame, a little painting of a green hummingbird, and a set of small porcelain birds that open up to a hollow inside for her to fill with whatever she wants.
All while she painfully endures the comments the woman makes about them. Talking about what a cute couple they are, and that she hopes they find many lovebirds on their perches in the years to come, and what they symbolize. ... But she endures, nonetheless.
And once she's picked out everything that she wants...]
Your treat, Cidolfus.
[As she turns from him to look at something else at the opposite end of the stall.]
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[Another threat, though this one lighter than her last as she clutches the birdhouse close to her chest, wrapping a hand around it almost protectively, as if it were the most delicate thing in the world. And in some way, it is... a way that she will never dare to speak aloud in his presence or not.
As for the rest... there are some other trinkets that Benedikta does pick out. A small wall mirror with a feathery motif painted around its frame, a little painting of a green hummingbird, and a set of small porcelain birds that open up to a hollow inside for her to fill with whatever she wants.
All while she painfully endures the comments the woman makes about them. Talking about what a cute couple they are, and that she hopes they find many lovebirds on their perches in the years to come, and what they symbolize. ... But she endures, nonetheless.
And once she's picked out everything that she wants...]
Your treat, Cidolfus.
[As she turns from him to look at something else at the opposite end of the stall.]