Touching - Prompt #82 (Gloves)
BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon, Fox Television, etc. Highlander belongs to Panzer/Davis and a bunch of others. Wordcount:
215 (double-drabble-ish) (13 of 100)Note:
This is set in the universe of my ficlet Gone
, and occurs after Prompt #06.--- --- ---
Dawn raised an eyebrow, amused at her nervous mentor. Looking down at the small, slim box she'd just been handed, she couldn't help smiling at Amanda's obvious excitement. Carefully removing the brightly colored ribbons and delicate wrapping paper covering it, she placed it off to her side on the bench.
Lifting the top from the box now in her lap, she opened the inner layer of tissue paper, revealing a pair of dark gloves. She looked up at the hovering immortal.
"Gloves?" She questioned.
"Try them on!" Amanda said, her excitement contagious.
Lifting a glove, Dawn rolled it between her fingers, amazed at its softness. "What are they made from?" She asked curiously, pulling the first glove onto her right hand. It fit like a second skin, covering her long slim fingers in a protective sheath. The second glove followed, encasing her left hand. She flexed both hands, observing the way the gloves seemed to absorb the sunlight pouring into the room.
"It's a special leather." Amanda said. "Tough but very thin."
"Why now?" Dawn asked.
"You're ready for the next step in your training." Amanda smiled. "The right gloves are an important tool in my profession."
Delighted, Dawn reached up and hugged Amanda, secretly reveling in the feel of her skin through the gloves.