The last bit of distance was on just her knees, a careful ‘crawl’ forward as she tried to judge just where she should position herself. Finally though, the allure of the glitter was more than her cautiousness, eyes wide as she took in all the colours, wider still as Little One made her choice. A question posed, bright roses flooded the curve of her cheeks as she dipped her head and shyly glanced from Him to Little One.<strong>”T...teal is my favourite, like...like that.”</strong><br/><br/>She carefully pointed her finger at Little One’s paper then looked for the glitter which matched and slowly reached for it.<strong>”Master, may I have cream paper?”</strong>Another shyly spoken question, though a measure of her furrowed brow had begun to ease.