[color=crimson]"Aaah...Origami, what a lovely word,"[/color] he said, turning the little thing around on his palm so he could look at it from all sides. He listened to her speech as he inspected it, and was not surprised that there were no signs of mis-folding, unused creases, or repeats. She had done this all on the first try. He dissected it in his mind, imagining the way it was folded and was even more impressed the more he looked at it. Despite Akane's somewhat airheaded attitude, she really did have talent for more than just dancing.

He listened intently to everything the girl described, satisfied with her explanation. It was clear that she had put a lot of thought into this gift, and probably had for everyone else's as well. Though it had taken her only one try, it was clear that she had made each and every fold with care. She was meticulous and thoughtful in her mission to turn something so ordinary into something beautiful...This served to warm The Magician's usually cold heart.

[color=crimson]"Well, Miss Akane, I continue to be impressed by you at each and every turn. Thank you for the explanation, and for the gift. It is perfect, and I am very grateful that you would share your talent with me."[/color] Maybe he was becoming a part of the family after all...

[i][color=crimson]I should have known all it would take for you to turn your cowardly hide was a little piece of paper...the tower destroyed by a feather...[/color][/i]

Somehow, The Magician manged to keep his smile through this berating, though his patience was growing thinner by the second.

After a moment's pause, Geralt leaned back, opening his eyes wide. [color=crimson]"Well, I can't let you walk away without giving you something in return, can I?" [/color]he said, and with a flourish he waved his hand and produced a card between his fingers. He stretched out his arm toward Akane, the matte black back of the card facing towards her.