"Thaaaaat, is very fragile, " Xenon drawled as Poppy hovered her hand over the butterfly. It looked as though it had been spun out of wisps of morning fog. She thought that if she breathed on it just the right way that it would take flight.
She looked down at her gauntleted hand, at her heavy mail and shook her head. That butterfly was everything she was not.
She didn't realize how much she wanted it until she turned around, hand already going to her belt for her coin purse. "How much?"
She glanced back over her shoulder and thought of carrying that home to Hightown herself. "And can Urchin deliver it in one piece?"