09-27-2008, 09:43 PM
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He crouched down near her, resting his forearms on his thighs as she responded to his greeting. He always felt a bit warmer when she was near, but he didn’t want to admit to himself exactly what the feeling was. Nothing could replace Dierdre, but maybe he could make some room in his life and let in someone new. He really needed that, but he was too scared to admit it. "It has," he offered, watching as she moved and ducked away into her den. He didn’t worry, but silently waited for her to emerge. He assumed there was something inside she needed to fetch.
When she exited her den and placed the package in front of him, he easily let himself sit upon the soft earth. One leg was pressed against the ground as if waiting to make a pretzel with the other, however, that one was bent at the knee and Pilot rested a forearm upon it. He smiled at the gesture, listening to the soft words she spoke. "Really?" He asked stupidly, smiling almost sheepishly. He reached out a hand and drug his fingers along the smooth surface of the purple paper. He looked up to Urma with a genuinely soft smile and spoke gently, "Thank you."
He began to unwrap the package, peeling away the paper to reveal a darkly colored case. He didn’t know what was inside, but just this was enough to bring back memories. In his den had been something very similar, though it had been in much worse condition. The case was still fairly intact and the corners of the fabric weren’t fraying at torn stitching like his had been. He continued, finally able to open the case when all of the paper was removed. Inside was a beautiful violin and he shook his head. "You shouldn’t have," he told her, but his voice and smile said otherwise. He was truly grateful for this heartfelt gift.