[Whatever it was, if it could even be called hesitation, it was gone as quickly as it came. Ardyn’s movements are fluid again, unaffected, as he undoes the bow, unwraps the present, and eventually reveals the scarf within. He picks it up, feeling the soft texture of the fabric with his fingers. Simple, until reflected in the light, with swirling patterns that remind him of the ocean. Of the curling waves of the sea.
Ardyn laughs, a sound that’s barely there. Amusement threads through his words.]
A scarf. How ever did you know that I have a fondness for them?
[A hand to remove the one around his neck, and it crystallizes away with his magic, stored away as if it were nothing. He begins to drape his new one around his neck.]
A fine color. You have my gratitude. How do I look?
[And it does indeed stand out amongst the otherwise dark hues of his clothing.]
no subject
Ardyn laughs, a sound that’s barely there. Amusement threads through his words.]
A scarf. How ever did you know that I have a fondness for them?
[A hand to remove the one around his neck, and it crystallizes away with his magic, stored away as if it were nothing. He begins to drape his new one around his neck.]
A fine color. You have my gratitude. How do I look?
[And it does indeed stand out amongst the otherwise dark hues of his clothing.]