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Kable smiled enthusiastically has he held the small black plastic whistle for eclipse. The male noticed that she seemed a little bit puzzled by the tiny gift, she already noticed the ball that bounced around inside. Thanking the Catori, the Soulstorm woman asked exactly what it was she was holding. He raised an eyebrow; it didn’t actually surprise him too much that she had not known what it was. Kable held a good bit of knowledge fueled by his extreme over curiosity. A whistle? Well, uh, it’s a noise maker… He wasn’t sure how to explain it to her, other than precisely what it had been, a hollow plastic trinket that made noise when blown on. You put this little piece here in your mouth, and then blow into it hard. It makes a noise. He instructed her pointing to the open slot where one’s lips went.
It wasn’t much, but he really didn’t have anything else worth giving her inside his pack that lay on the ground beside him. He fixed his red gaze intently on her face, trying to see if she liked it or if he just struck out, and she unappeased by his efforts. The fire Eclipse had started still brightly radiated next to them as the day grew later, its flickering flames highlighted the colors of her eyes.
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