"You got all the items?"

Valen asked with a smooth, charming smile as you approached his workshop. His hand was held out expectantly, and you placed the small pouch containing the materials he needed into his palm.

He remembered how earnestly you had requested your own pendant, wanting something beautiful just like the other Venns. Usually, that wasn't how these things worked; gold was meant to balance the volatile powers of his kind, whereas humans possessed no such power to stabilize.

Yet, he couldn't help himself. It was odd, but he had found it impossible to say no to you. He had grown fond of those sparkling eyes of yours ever since you two became close during the ceremony where you were finally named a citizen of the valley.

Oh, what would his ancestors say? A master Weaver doing such sappy things for a human like this.