DELPHINE
Delphine was a bit of an anxious ninny sometimes; especially when she wanted things to be perfect. Sometimes she had to hear a certain concern addressed before it'd leave her head. When he addressed the cold, she beamed, brightly, like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, physically.
He returned with paper and a pencil, and she set to work sketching. She was careful, thoughtful, even going so far as to mention dimensions, such as how long the blade might need to be--she was estimating how long the current knife Noah used was. When she was finished, she held it out to Oliver, hazel eyes worried that perhaps it would end up being something he couldn't do.
"I was thinking... a nice, solid bone handle... and the blade..." She's not versed in terminology for weapons, so she is struggling as she tries to explain what's in her head--and now on paper.
The blade in question, was shown with 'with love, Del' etched into the handle, and she chewed her lip, studying the drawing. She'd done her best to put it down. She could only hope he could do it.
He returned with paper and a pencil, and she set to work sketching. She was careful, thoughtful, even going so far as to mention dimensions, such as how long the blade might need to be--she was estimating how long the current knife Noah used was. When she was finished, she held it out to Oliver, hazel eyes worried that perhaps it would end up being something he couldn't do.
"I was thinking... a nice, solid bone handle... and the blade..." She's not versed in terminology for weapons, so she is struggling as she tries to explain what's in her head--and now on paper.
The blade in question, was shown with 'with love, Del' etched into the handle, and she chewed her lip, studying the drawing. She'd done her best to put it down. She could only hope he could do it.
What's that thing they say about a rose by any other name?
Dandelion, dandelion.
