[As he gives that box a shake (though nothing will wiggle inside) and starts to open it, Benedikta's entire demeanour shifts. She may not have gotten him much this year, but this is the bread and butter of her gifts, and she had not realized how nervous she was feeling about it until he had started to tear away that wrapping paper. Her shoulders are tense, her back straight and stiff, her face reddening still as she watches his fingers.
While he does that, she picks up the velvet satchel that's sitting beside her and holds it between her own hands.
When he pulls off the lid of the little black box, inside of it will be a handcrafted knife made of steel in the shape of a feather, the hilt of it black, with a silver button at the end of it. Embedded inside the blade is a small, green crystal that shimmers lightly.]
no subject
While he does that, she picks up the velvet satchel that's sitting beside her and holds it between her own hands.
When he pulls off the lid of the little black box, inside of it will be a handcrafted knife made of steel in the shape of a feather, the hilt of it black, with a silver button at the end of it. Embedded inside the blade is a small, green crystal that shimmers lightly.]