Looking up at him, her big eyes had a beautiful glint.
That shine was now one he could recognise easily.
It was that one representing her amusement over his wordplay.
She would show such adorable brightness every time elaborated greetings or praises alluded to the girl's beauty or referred to her as her father's lovely bird.
It was pleasant to see and, every time it happened, a dim shade of blush would accompany like the mist of night, those starry brilliant eyes.
The possibility of Orland not smiling at such a lovely gaze was non-existent. Those playful exchanges, not only lits her joy but also, her mischievous responses that never failed to amaze him with their creativity, filled with humourous truthful remarks about her beauty, were truly a marvellous thing to behold.
Seeming humble with innocent concern... while stating facts under a jest, She expressed herself, clever and prudent, cute and honest. A truly wonderful and interesting child.
