Wow, [she gasps, gingerly taking the box from his hands. The moonstone's size has been trimmed, encircled by an intricate frame of finely twisted metal. The silver chain of the necklace catches the light rays of the descending sun.] It's beautiful! Thank you so much, Jiro, I love it.
[It's odd, but the necklace bears a similar resemblance to a piece of jewelry her own mother wore, a gift from Kluke's father. For her, it's both bittersweet and touching, with a light touch of melancholy.
Her gaze continues to rest on it, mind rolling with images of her mother wearing her own version of the necklace. Briefly, she wonders what happened to it... but maybe it had been swallowed into the earth with her.]
((feel free to steer around the angst trap, ehehee))
[It's odd, but the necklace bears a similar resemblance to a piece of jewelry her own mother wore, a gift from Kluke's father. For her, it's both bittersweet and touching, with a light touch of melancholy.
Her gaze continues to rest on it, mind rolling with images of her mother wearing her own version of the necklace. Briefly, she wonders what happened to it... but maybe it had been swallowed into the earth with her.]