Amara's pov
I planned my life while climbing up the stairs, trying to find him. I halted before a room, his scent coming strong from in there through the door and I could hear the rustling of paper, he was definitely in there.
I took in a deep breath, shifted on my feet, and tightened the ribbon around my fingers. I practiced my apology one more time and looked down at my white cropped pajama shirt and pants. I knew it was not the best choice but Orian's was the best. I had his pair stuffed in the bag which I had gotten for him.
It had printed unicorn heads on it and the set looked a little too small but it will do, it will fit, we would find a way to make it fit and he looks like someone that loves unicorns so he would like them. I couldn't wait for him to see them knowing its the fir
