TheCorsair
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- Dec 17, 2013
"Are your ears pierced?" Anne Marie asked.
"Naw," Sam answered absently, still nearly hypnotized by the pendant. "Ah've been lucky thet way. Course, it comes from never holdin' mah gun too near mah ears..."
Then she laughed, just a touch shame-facedly. "An' that ain't even what y'all meant, is it? Y'all mean like earrings an such, right?" She shook her head. "Still no, though. Never had it done. Ah don't rightly reckon it even occurred to pa when Ah was a little shaver, an' Ah... Ah dunno. Ah never got round ta it, Ah suppose."
"It simply wouldn't be complete without earrings, if they are," Johnathan observed.
"Y'all are probably right. Still, Ah doubt it's somethin' Ah can 'ave done an' be ready fer tonight... oh!" She stared at the jewelery Johnathan had set out, barely able to take it all in. "They's all so... beautiful..." she whispered. Carefully, she picked up each of the rings in turn, examining them and watching the light glint and glitter in the stones.
"Ah... don't get me wrong: they's all real nice. But, ah... these two?" She set aside both of the cocktail rings. "They feel a mite... much. Ah'm not used ta wearin' th' like, an' I reckon Ah'd feel a mite better with somethin' smaller. An Ah sure do like th' look o' this one. Jes' somethin' about the way it looks like a braid."
She picked up the floral ring, staring at it long. "But Ah love this'n. Seems like a gal's gotta get flowers, once inna while." Then she chose simplicity for the bracelet, before holding the triangular earrings up to her lobes and sighing. "Sure would be nice," she murmured, putting them back. "But Ah'll have ta pass."
"Naw," Sam answered absently, still nearly hypnotized by the pendant. "Ah've been lucky thet way. Course, it comes from never holdin' mah gun too near mah ears..."
Then she laughed, just a touch shame-facedly. "An' that ain't even what y'all meant, is it? Y'all mean like earrings an such, right?" She shook her head. "Still no, though. Never had it done. Ah don't rightly reckon it even occurred to pa when Ah was a little shaver, an' Ah... Ah dunno. Ah never got round ta it, Ah suppose."
"It simply wouldn't be complete without earrings, if they are," Johnathan observed.
"Y'all are probably right. Still, Ah doubt it's somethin' Ah can 'ave done an' be ready fer tonight... oh!" She stared at the jewelery Johnathan had set out, barely able to take it all in. "They's all so... beautiful..." she whispered. Carefully, she picked up each of the rings in turn, examining them and watching the light glint and glitter in the stones.
"Ah... don't get me wrong: they's all real nice. But, ah... these two?" She set aside both of the cocktail rings. "They feel a mite... much. Ah'm not used ta wearin' th' like, an' I reckon Ah'd feel a mite better with somethin' smaller. An Ah sure do like th' look o' this one. Jes' somethin' about the way it looks like a braid."
She picked up the floral ring, staring at it long. "But Ah love this'n. Seems like a gal's gotta get flowers, once inna while." Then she chose simplicity for the bracelet, before holding the triangular earrings up to her lobes and sighing. "Sure would be nice," she murmured, putting them back. "But Ah'll have ta pass."