"That was nice of you." Ayrie said, running her fingers over the familiar symbol. It had always reminded her of a flower, the way the lines began in the middle and worked their way out like petals. "I think I can make this work..."

She twirled around the room, picturing what she'd like to add to it. Not looking where she was going she bumped into Asran, catching herself on his shirt sleeve. 

"Oh! I'm sorry." She blushed.