[They're beautiful. Guren thinks so, staring at them and letting his hand slip away from Dextera as the other reaches to touch them. Tulips out of nowhere... Guren glances back to the side of the house where they'd been, wondering. It appeared like a reward would...?
He looks back down at Dextera, touched by his appreciation of all things like this.]
They're yours now, then. [Who else would they be for?] That's a rare color, too. It suits you.
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He looks back down at Dextera, touched by his appreciation of all things like this.]
They're yours now, then. [Who else would they be for?] That's a rare color, too. It suits you.