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A point? Was there supposed to be a point with beauty? Something beyond the mere joy it brought the beholder perhaps. No, to the Cobbler it was all there was to it. Things where so much more beautiful for what they meant than for what they where, but he knew the fae wouldn't agree.
There he was again, assuming instead of anticipating, going in eyes closed and hoping for the best. That he did very well though, hope. "If I am perfectly honest with you, Jiao, no. I will never find something you'll find beautiful. Although I still would want to show you." he followed as she backed away. With aching hands he twisted the simple silver band off of his finger and holding it up to let it catch the sun. A glint of a world long gone.
"Look. To you it's just a ring, but to me it is so much more. It is a symbol of a memory. One who is out there and one I will never stop looking for, be it a fools errand or not. I lack the word to express what I feel, to express what it means to me, what she means to me. This ring is a symbol of that feeling, love, hard, painful, beautiful love."
There he was again, assuming instead of anticipating, going in eyes closed and hoping for the best. That he did very well though, hope. "If I am perfectly honest with you, Jiao, no. I will never find something you'll find beautiful. Although I still would want to show you." he followed as she backed away. With aching hands he twisted the simple silver band off of his finger and holding it up to let it catch the sun. A glint of a world long gone.
"Look. To you it's just a ring, but to me it is so much more. It is a symbol of a memory. One who is out there and one I will never stop looking for, be it a fools errand or not. I lack the word to express what I feel, to express what it means to me, what she means to me. This ring is a symbol of that feeling, love, hard, painful, beautiful love."
