A string of laughter, worn around her wrist. Beads of smiles, anecdotes, and jokes click together with a warm tone and a tiny bell chimes at the join. How she came by it I know not, in a tiny shop of curios, or a gift from a faerie. It's beautiful; bright colours all mingled in apparent confusion. I cannot help but smile as she catches me staring at it. She catches my eye and all at once I'm lost in her own smile as I laugh, and she laughs with me. It sounds for all the world like that tiny bell.