[ Though Caim's wasn't all that bad, neither of their pieces were likely to find themselves displayed for years to come amongst the collections of a wealthy lord. Furiae knew that, and the more that she looked at the drawings before her, looked at her brother's straightened posture beside her, back again to the scribbles on the board -
The laughter came. It was like a chuckle, maybe more like a giggle, and Furiae couldn't stop it from coming out. The hand to her mouth was now necessary, covering her lips with the back of her fingers as she turned her head away.
Could she have ever guessed in those moments ago she would laughing in this? It for too long had been such a foreign reaction to her, but now it seemed to come out from her as natural as laughter should: suddenly, with humour and with pleasure.
What an awful drawing! For whatever Caim would think of it, Furiae could see nothing else. And that was fine. ]
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The laughter came. It was like a chuckle, maybe more like a giggle, and Furiae couldn't stop it from coming out. The hand to her mouth was now necessary, covering her lips with the back of her fingers as she turned her head away.
Could she have ever guessed in those moments ago she would laughing in this? It for too long had been such a foreign reaction to her, but now it seemed to come out from her as natural as laughter should: suddenly, with humour and with pleasure.
What an awful drawing! For whatever Caim would think of it, Furiae could see nothing else. And that was fine. ]