All Your Perfect Imperfections

The small fae known as Misha Elaine Cae to Dayton looked at her mate as he carefully pulled out a trinket of his love for her. She backed up a bit as he placed it in front of her paws ever so gently. Obviously it was very delicate, and Misha smiled when her mate took in great care to keep it in it's perfectly shaped form. Her blue grey eyes lit up as she took the object in. A pretty- no- beautiful white, pearly shell. Her eyes reflected the gleam of light it cast off almost perfectly, her eyes showing a more light, sky blue now. She was speechless, but she would catch her breath and finally begin to speak.

"You.. I.. It's beautiful, I love it. But, now I feel bad because I have nothing to give to my lovely mate in return," she said, looking up at him, feeling bad.