JINGLE-JINGLE, JINGLE-JANGLE~
The sound of a pellet drum rang out clearly.
The daughter in Celeste Grant's arms followed the pellet drum in her hands with her eyes, cooing every so often.
Celeste Grant spoke to her in a low voice.
"Do you like it, sweetie?"
"Heh heh, Mommy has this too. Look." As she spoke, Celeste Grant put away the pellet drum, and another small toy appeared in her hand.
It was a hand rattle for a child to grab and play with. The bells hanging from it were shaped like five ancient Banebeasts.
A gentle shake produced a jingling sound. The carving and craftsmanship alone made it look like a priceless work of art.
She picked it up and gave it a shake, and the rattle chimed.
Looking at the rattle in her hand, she smiled and said, "Your father's woodworking skills are truly incredible. To think he can make these little trinkets so exquisitely beautiful."
