[SE] Silver Bells and Cockleshells

He calls her beautiful and she looks surprised, glancing at him bemusedly before shifting back to human form, a faint blush on her cheeks. Never one to take a compliment well, she does not know what to say in response- and so she says nothing, merely shaking her head, the smile that flutters across her face uncertain, quiet, wry. Reaching into the bag she carries Amalia extracts a handful of seeds, kneeling down in the damp earth to leave them each within. Delicately she covers them back up again, her back to Jigano as she works; and so it is she does not see the life that begins to form beneath his fingers, the leaves unfurling as though compelled by the sheer delight of meeting him. It is not until she turns around, her own work completed, that she catches his face and the small sea of new life around him. Blinking, uncertain, she can only stare until unbidden the question comes forward, disbelieving and confused, a part of her willing it to not be true. "Jigano, you... do you have magic?" a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there