Its not a purse

He looked so sad, and it truly did break her heat. And yet she'd speak and she'd bring that spark of hope back, and he'd look at her. She'd meet his eyes as he uttered a small question, a small question that immediately brought amusement to her eyes. "Because I know you, Starling, even if I don't understand you half the time," she answered him gently, honestly. Then she paused for a second,a thoughful and contemplative look appearing on her face. "Well, most of the time," she amended, a small smile peeking out from under the serious facade.

He'd then answer her offer with an affirmative, and she'd nod silently, reachin g back around to nudge at Farrym. A soft, gentle murr would happen when she grapsed his scruff gently, with him danlging. She found the steps that brought her down and leapt up easier, only a few feet from Starling.

It was then she noticed the bag, that she didn't see while she was still at there. It was a small bag, draped across his back with... flowers. A gasp wold emerge rom her. "Ooh, what is that?" she asked somewjat excitedly. "It has flowers on it. That's so you," ehs etold im