*Tristan*
The table is too blasted long, but even with the great distance separating us, I could see the joy light her eyes when her gaze fell on the jewelry. I can only imagine how bright they had been when she had first been given them. She would have not expected them. She seems not to expect anything.
Mistresses are supposed to be demanding, by the Goddess. She should be demanding things from me. She shouldn’t make me urge her to accept things; she shouldn’t make me want to stop off at a jeweler’s to find a set of stones that more accurately resembles her eye color. The sapphires are close, but a shade too blue, a little lacking in violet. Amethyst perhaps. No, that would not have enough blue. Pity I do not have the power to create stones.
I shake off the thought. What is this mooni
