Elias
Her excitement was adorable, and contagious. "There are pink ones. I've got a few squirreled away at home. My mama's favorite pearls were pink." He explained, easily.
Shaking his head, he chuckled. "Animal product, not rocks. You'll see, if we have any luck when we go out." If she was that excited by simply learning there were more colors than just white, she'd be awed, perhaps horrified, by the manner in which one harvested pearls.
"Would you like to look for pink pearls, specifically, when we go?"
Shaking his head, he chuckled. "Animal product, not rocks. You'll see, if we have any luck when we go out." If she was that excited by simply learning there were more colors than just white, she'd be awed, perhaps horrified, by the manner in which one harvested pearls.
"Would you like to look for pink pearls, specifically, when we go?"
Nothing around here is quite as it seems,
Not sure if anything's real or a dream,
And the only thing sure from the start,
Is the song that's inside of your heart,
Don't let it leave.
Not sure if anything's real or a dream,
And the only thing sure from the start,
Is the song that's inside of your heart,
Don't let it leave.
