"I don't see why not." I hold out one hand towards her, brushing the underside of the ring there with my thumb. "It's Dorian and especially Sean they hate. Wake up, you," I encourage, nudging some more.
"Interesting that they can tell the difference between the two. I barely can." Darby rests her long spindly fingers against the underside of mine and a few seconds later, a looping golden tendril of the wraparound ring unfolds sleepily from the rest.
Almost as if stretching awake in the morning, the gold strand angles upward, then unravels from about my finger. It takes a few seconds before it completely unwinds itself, then obediently begins its octopus-like gait along my finger, slithering into Darby's palm when it reaches the tip.
"Aww. Aren't you cute?" she coos as a tiny tendril wraps around one of her spindly fingers and clings. "That's enough. Don't go getting comfortable. You're not staying."
"Can you feel it?"
