Date: 2017-01-05 05:06 pm (UTC)
god_of_the_arena: (fond)
He followed her and sat on the couch beside her. For a moment he actually felt nervous, aware of the weight of the gift he held. "I know the weight a gift like this carried with my people; I wonder if yours might have had something similar. I mean to give it not to mark obligation or with expectation of anything, but--"

Gannicus cut himself off with a laugh. He had never been one to ramble, had never stumbled so hard searching for the proper words to use. Had never felt so inadequate in getting his meaning across.

"You are important to me; I cherish you as I have so few others and I would mark that with a symbol just as significant."

He unwrapped the torc and the accompanying bracelet; the torc ended in ash leaves; the bracelet had been wrought with stylized horse heads.
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