The lips on his cheek set them ablaze, the blush invading his skin like wildfire. He cast a side eyed glance at her, another shiver racing through him. He was smiling again now, one she would've never seen on him before. It was boyish, softly curved, a slight biting of the inside of his bottom lip. His throat was tightened again, his heart racing once more, and he still wasn't sure why. But he knew it was because of her.

Whatever she was doing to him, he was loving it, even if it was strange and confusing.

He watched with studious eyes as she showed him the proper way to hold the pencil, but all he could hear was his heart beating in his ears. And, for some reason, he wished to smell her hair. He knew what it smelled like, oranges and lavender, but in this moment he wished to know it again. He looked to his right, hoping she was still close but she had just pulled away, leaving him with the smallest look of longing before it faded back into studious.

Turning back to the paper, he focused. She wanted him to write something. He didn't know anything beyond his memorization of a few signs he'd seen. He put his fingers around the pencil in the way she'd shown him. It felt.. awkward. His fingers weren't relaxed, forming an almost sort of claw around the utensil. But he could see the tip of it better at this angle.

And so he started to draw the sign he memorized. It was slow, Ezner was working against the flow, not having practiced the letters yet, so it was really more of a drawing than writing. A few haggard loops, some unsteady swirls, shaky peaks and valleys that eventually formed two words.

[i]Sarah's Silks[/i]

Those two words were both a pleasant reminder of a lovely day the two had spent together, but also as a hidden compliment. Ezner had discovered beauty that day, seeing Elisabeth in that dress. It was a favorite memory of his, one he'd cherish for the rest of his days. He didn't speak after writing those two words, letting them speak for him, for he wasn't sure what his tongue might say.