[She's not really sure what to address first. The necklace itself is very befitting of her. She knows it just from looking at it. Some people have needed time to understand that roses and Beatrix go together a bit like... tea and milk, honestly. Susato, on the other hand, has picked that up almost immediately. She shouldn't be surprised. Yujin was an observant man. It stands to reason his daughter would be quite a bit like him.
The features in her face soften for just a moment. She's touched by the thought. By the idea that anyone would think of her to give her a gift like that. But this isn't the first trinket she's gotten from Susato either. There was the flower crown during the festival, and the cookies as well. She doesn't necessarily think herself worthy, but...
She knows at the very least, she'll treasure such things. In this world, they mean so much to her, even if she can't say it that way.
Beatrix tilts her head, examining the folded cranes protected by the tinted glass. "I've made a few for those close to me over the months..." Implying she considers Beatrix close. What a high honour it is when one should think that of her. The recent days have made it very difficult to accept these things, though she's never been good at holding such with grace.]
This is lovely. I will treasure it.
[Lifting a hand, she sweeps loose curls over her shoulder to make room, that she can draw up her hands to feel for how to clasp the necklace about her neck. When she feels she's adequately managed it, she straightens the way it settles atop her collar and carefully shifts her hair that it might not get in the way.]
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The features in her face soften for just a moment. She's touched by the thought. By the idea that anyone would think of her to give her a gift like that. But this isn't the first trinket she's gotten from Susato either. There was the flower crown during the festival, and the cookies as well. She doesn't necessarily think herself worthy, but...
She knows at the very least, she'll treasure such things. In this world, they mean so much to her, even if she can't say it that way.
Beatrix tilts her head, examining the folded cranes protected by the tinted glass. "I've made a few for those close to me over the months..." Implying she considers Beatrix close. What a high honour it is when one should think that of her. The recent days have made it very difficult to accept these things, though she's never been good at holding such with grace.]
This is lovely. I will treasure it.
[Lifting a hand, she sweeps loose curls over her shoulder to make room, that she can draw up her hands to feel for how to clasp the necklace about her neck. When she feels she's adequately managed it, she straightens the way it settles atop her collar and carefully shifts her hair that it might not get in the way.]
What do you think?