Her Eyes of Emerald and Fire
It was an intricately carved feather, it looked a bit like a peacock feather, and it had been singed gently to add depth to the wood, it was very thin, and the eye of the feather had a dragon’s breath opal, which he recognises from the cover of her phoenix book.
“Honey, this is beautiful.” She grins, and nods “I hope I’m not being ignorant, but does it serve a purpose?”
“It’s a bookmark. You love reading, and it’s better than dog-earing pages.” He grimaces at the thought of bending the page corners over and smiles broadly at her,
“It’s wonderful, thank you, Honey.” He rests his forehead against hers, and closes his eyes as he purrs softly at her, she rests a hand on his neck, pulling him a l
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