A gasp.
One small gasp was all that was heard once her perfect sight reached its fullness. Her eyes darted back and forth between me and the stone before she finally rested them on mine.
“Y-you have the stone?” she stammered out in the smallest of whispers but I still heard her loud and clear with me wolf hearing, although it came out as a question with disbelief that I would, or should even have the thing. Slowly releasing the chair from the tight hold she had on it, she walked around it slowly and took a seat.
“May I?” reaching out with permission to hold it. Touch it. As if she wouldn’t be allowed to without the request. I nodded and placed it in her delicate hand.
Her eyes swam with excitement.
Her eyes twinkled and danced as they gazed upon this ever simple stone.
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