"I mean, we haven't seen how it wears, yet, but Ysaryn tried the ring on earlier." Envy admitted, twisting again as another kid, nine, went for the rag.
Ysaryn only chuckled again. "I look like my father, instead of my mother." She said, bent downward with her hands and feet on the mat. Her voice was muffled by her stretch. "Bolym would have shit his self."

Ency chuckled in response, fishing into his pocket and holding out the plain silver band. "Here. Try it on. Ysaryn, tell me how she looks."
"She looks very well." Ysaryn answered before Kire had even taken the ring, or she had unfolded from her stretch.