He comes closer, reaching one long, skinny arm to gently still one of the dangling pieces of some small glass creature. "Where did you find these?" he asks. Of course he recognizes them; how could he not? These were some of the first pieces he made, when his breast was still full of princely sorrow. Little creatures of silvery greys and blues; he didn't figure out how to make the substance turn different colors until later.
The light refracted through the places where they've chipped and broken, scattering little rainbows across the girl and the leaves.
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He comes closer, reaching one long, skinny arm to gently still one of the dangling pieces of some small glass creature. "Where did you find these?" he asks. Of course he recognizes them; how could he not? These were some of the first pieces he made, when his breast was still full of princely sorrow. Little creatures of silvery greys and blues; he didn't figure out how to make the substance turn different colors until later.
The light refracted through the places where they've chipped and broken, scattering little rainbows across the girl and the leaves.