Gilia laughs, her hand lifting up to cover it. "Thank-you."
It still hardly felt right - the tenants, the importance of giving and receiving. That island gave things as equal, and the weight of owing was not something overlooked. Anxiously, she worries a moment, fiddling with the wooden hair comb. Trying to think of what would be fair.
She reaches up when she comes to it, tugging for a piece of hair from over her shoulder. It takes her a moment it cut it off. One curled up lock in a tight spiral, that she holds up to him. Flat in her palm, bright in the winter light. "Here. No matter where you go, it will always sound like the sea. A gift for a gift."
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It still hardly felt right - the tenants, the importance of giving and receiving. That island gave things as equal, and the weight of owing was not something overlooked. Anxiously, she worries a moment, fiddling with the wooden hair comb. Trying to think of what would be fair.
She reaches up when she comes to it, tugging for a piece of hair from over her shoulder. It takes her a moment it cut it off. One curled up lock in a tight spiral, that she holds up to him. Flat in her palm, bright in the winter light. "Here. No matter where you go, it will always sound like the sea. A gift for a gift."