Head Held High

A grin emerged on the woman's face when Finch reared back and tried to look at it; she laughed softly. "You already saw it, silly," she teased affectionately. She had definitely made the right decision with this gift, and though the gift was beautiful and she would have loved it as well - that didn't matter, no, this was so much more better, so much more satisfying, so much more wonderful. It near made her purr, if she had been a cat. As it was, her joy was shown through the gentle waving of her tail. There was no longer any wriggling in childlike joy, but rather a movement that spoke of a gentle joy, a fierce satisfaction. Her eyes were half closed, a rumble of her own mirroring Finch's. Lillie would return the return nuzzles, including tiny licks on Finch's muzzle and a little on her ears; her head rubbed against the taller girl's shoulder. "Of course," she whispered, a smile on her face. Oh, she could not be more pleased; her heart soared with the happiness of Finch - she could not recall a time when she had felt so pleased in such a way. It was a glow, a glow of pride, of happiness, of pleasure at seeing another's pleasure... it was completely, and utterly, unique to this experience. "You deserve it," the girl murmured into Finch's neck, in between the collar bone and the shoulder.

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