[Eithan sure is acting nervous about... something. Belthazar finally picks up on this and watches him expectantly.]
You're dithering.
[Thankfully, his flamebrain friend reveals what it is he's been hiding. At first, the elf doesn't register what he's looking at. A scrap of cloth? But then Eithan offers it to him, and Belth has to mutely take it in his hands before it clicks.]
A-- a ribbon...? Has my hair grown that long? It must look so unkempt if you thought to get me something. [I thought of you, Eithan says, and Belth's cheeks pinken like nothing else. He keeps his eyes down, turning the ribbon over and over in his hands to feel the silk, memorize the patterns, the delicate way it's forked at the ends.] ... It's truly stunning. Thank you.
[He peeks at Eithan through his veil of messy black hair.]
... I fear such a beautiful thing is wasted on me.
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You're dithering.
[Thankfully, his flamebrain friend reveals what it is he's been hiding. At first, the elf doesn't register what he's looking at. A scrap of cloth? But then Eithan offers it to him, and Belth has to mutely take it in his hands before it clicks.]
A-- a ribbon...? Has my hair grown that long? It must look so unkempt if you thought to get me something. [I thought of you, Eithan says, and Belth's cheeks pinken like nothing else. He keeps his eyes down, turning the ribbon over and over in his hands to feel the silk, memorize the patterns, the delicate way it's forked at the ends.] ... It's truly stunning. Thank you.
[He peeks at Eithan through his veil of messy black hair.]
... I fear such a beautiful thing is wasted on me.