ᵗʰᵉ ᶫᵉᵍˢ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ˢᵖᶦᵈᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶰᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʷᵒᶫᶠ

                                                                   _{❝Oh wow ! ❞
                                                          ❝ I like your necklace. ❞
                                                  ❝ It’s ———- … really cool ! ❞}

                      _{He’d always been fond of the precious, more peerless commodities that harbored little variability from the humanities–he liked the objects found in the lesser parts of the world, where valuable items were often overlooked and dismissed as things that were paltry or otherwise insignificant. He liked the things that attracted little attention. On the contrary, Seth had developed an appreciation for details–all the little things that most people his age overlooked. His partiality and fascination usually resided with things like oddly shaped rocks, peculiar accumulations or myriads of crystals, intriguing and notably blanched sorts of sand and minerals that.}

          _{Some said that it was inherent to his nature, though. He wasn’t particularly apperceptive or observant, but he enjoyed and appreciated others, and the work that others harvested and .}

_{He was one of those pretty and charming boys born, as though fate had blundered over him, into a family of artisans. He had no marriage portion, no expectations reminiscent of a scholar or a politician, no means of getting known, understood, loved, and wedded by a woman of wealth and distinction; his tastes were simple because he had never been able to afford any other, but he was jovial in personality, and tentative to the will of others—–nonetheless. Men that have no caste or class, their beauty, grace, and charm serving them for birth or family, their natural delicacy, their instinctive elegance, their nimbleness of wit, are the only mark of rank, and are put the slum–a boy on a level with the highest monarch or lord in the land.}