| It was evident that the gentle boy had a design in mind; that much was clear when you parted ways in front of the wall. He had promised his gift would be finished in a few days’ time, and you have spent the past few nights hovering about the wall, inspecting the glass, and nudging the shattered pieces carefully with your horn, just to hear their enchanting tinkle as they tumble over one another. You have paced, and upon discovering your shadowy reflection in the glass, you have pranced and preened, and in short, you have set about just killing time as you anxiously await the glazier’s reappearance. But finally, the morning of the preappointed day has dawned, and you are nearly giddy with anticipation.
You are back in the clearing at the first light of day, but when noon breaks and the boy has not arrived, you begin to worry. Will he come? You trust those honest blue eyes, however, and not wanting to appear too anxious, you slip into a copse of trees nearby. Surely when he arrives, you will hear him by the telltale sound of his clinking feathers.
What you hadn’t intended on though, is falling asleep. It is a light doze, but still, the past few sleepless nights have taken their toll. When you jerk awake and immediately peer out of the thick shrubbery, there he is, patiently waiting for you. You lightly duck out of your hiding spot from the back, then saunter around the edge and into the clearing to see what he has brought.
“Lovely to see you again,” you greet him brightly, walking up to your companion. Your excited smile is genuine, but it is taking all of your self-restraint not to peer past him and see what he has come up with—whatever it is, you are sure that it’s going to look marvelous on you.
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