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. He did not watch Perian's face as he turned his
palm over and held his hand out.
"A leaf!" she cried, setting the cups down on the bench.
Perian took the delicate carving, linked to an old, silver
chain, and held it in the tips of her fingers, inspecting it,
touching it. The spade-shaped wooden leaf was dark-
stained on the bottom, and polished as smooth as silk. The
top had been intricately carved away until the wood was
white. Each leaf vein, big and small, had been etched with
precision, creating a work of perfection.
Perian looked up at Flint's ruddy face. "You carved this
yourself, didn't youl"
Flint shrugged and wrinkled his big nose. "It's not one of
my better pieces - just something I did long ago that I kept
for myself because it reminded me of the mountain forests
near Hillhome."
"I love it!" Perian said. "Help me?" she asked, holding the
necklace up to him.
With frigid, nervous fingers, Flint slipped the chain over
her head and watched as she tucked it into her wrap, seeing
it rise under the fabric between her breasts.
Flustered, Flint looked away. "You know, the aspen leaf
reminds me of you in a way
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