Tales of Old
Amunet stared with a fond and blissful look in her eyes towards the dog known as D'jinn, who was too distracted by the telling of his tale, holding a lamp delicately between his hands, a precious heirloom that was near and dear to him, and it was expressed by the way he spoke and told the legend of the lamp, a story he had told many times, but each one felt like the first as his heart poured soon as he started speaking, getting lost in his own words.
The jackal sighed appreciatively, finally closing her eyes as she took his words in and formed them as images in her head, putting them together and letting them flow as D'jinn continued narrating, his voice softened and filled with a tenderness that made Amunet's heart melt for him, and she knew he was nearing the end.
"And that, is the legend of the lamp."
She didn't need her eyes open to know though his voice sounded teary, it was in the distinct way where you get lost in your reminiscing, being reminded of the many wonderful things your family and friends have been through together.
Amunet fluttered her eyelids open, blinking twice. She opened her mouth to speak, her voice coming out in a whisper. Her expression was of complete awe, taking in everything he had told.
"That's.. beautiful, D'jinn."
His eyes widened, holding the lamp close to his heart which thumped in his chest. He had many people compliment his story, with words similar to the one she had used, but.. there was something about her saying it, so wholeheartedly and with a sparkle in her eye when she said it.
"Thank you, Amunet. I..I look forward to.. creating more stories, with you."
Amunet blushed, he spoke hardly above a whisper but she had still heard his words loud and clear, and she could only nod, hugging her arms around her chest.