Now this is a gift one might appreciate in a far more straightforward fashion, if Wysteria's squeak of delight is any indication. She promptly fetches up the necklace by its delicate little chain, the dark stone twirling idly there at the end thanks to both the momentum of unwinding from her palm and the fair breeze coming off the water as the ferry clips along.

"Oh, it's perfectly lovely. I don't know that I've worn a stone for very dark before. It is quite mysterious."

From the admiring timbre of her voice, mysterious must be one of Wysteria's highest compliments. There is nothing quite so grand as to seem a little dark and unknowable, now is there?

Her attention flits past the stone to Derrica then; her smile is quite broad, bright in a fashion which is unaffected and untempered by any thought to look charming rather than just pleased.

"It's a very fine gift, Derrica. Thank you."