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Dulsa remembered the first time she had been asked, how awkward and momentous the simple exchange had seemed. It had been less than a year ago, but she felt so much older and experienced now. She dug into her pouch and pulled out a bit of driftwood she’d drilled to make a bead. “We could exchange promise beads for my next month, if you like, or you could wait and ask me another time.”Author's Notes
His face contorted through a full hand of emotions. “No—I mean yes—I mean I’d love to exchange promise beads.”
She reached for the shell bead and dropped the driftwood into his hand in its place. “Thank you—and congratulations!” She reached back into the pouch and pulled out a length of leather, and tied the pretty shell bead as a dangle in the middle of her necklace.
Thanks to Ysabet for the prompt that inspired this. This was written during the April, 2012 Muse Fusion.
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