09-30-2020, 12:31 AM
Leilan
The moment he drops the aura - seeing it is pointless when you’re already in the open and meeting someone - is the moment she blinks out of her stare. Not the moment he speaks up or otherwise makes a movement - he holds in a chuckle when she responds that that is much better, though his eyes show a bright green colour when moments before they were the color of bluish ice. Such is is downfall, that the ones who have the experience will instantly be able to tell how he feels. Amused, he finds that the little joke (okay, it was a lame one, but still) goes right over her head - or she chooses to ignore it with a rather wide-eyed stare. Instead, she calls herself Sheika, so he nods. That’s what he’ll do too, then.
Then she asks for ponds - and it’s his time for a puzzled look, though it is much briefer and, he hopes at least, a little less obvious. The nice ones, the little ones? He’s never had a need for one, and the forest wouldn’t be his first choice looking for one. ”I don’t think so. There’s a small creek, I think.” There’s several, all leading towards the larger river, but the way she inquires for a pond, he assumes she wants only the smallest one, if any. ”If you’re looking for a pond, the meadow is probably your best shot. Larger bodies of water are also an option, of course.” Heck, he lives on an Isle with a small lake. Curious now, he tilts his head slightly to look at her, the normally blue returned to his gaze in the meantime. ”Why a pond, specifically?” She wouldn’t quite fit in one - not the smaller ones. And why drink trapped water, all muddy from the bottom being kicked up by bird and trapped fish alike? She didn’t look the type to be hunting those - she didn’t have a set of shark teeth, no claws to indicate anything beyond your regular horse.
Then she asks for ponds - and it’s his time for a puzzled look, though it is much briefer and, he hopes at least, a little less obvious. The nice ones, the little ones? He’s never had a need for one, and the forest wouldn’t be his first choice looking for one. ”I don’t think so. There’s a small creek, I think.” There’s several, all leading towards the larger river, but the way she inquires for a pond, he assumes she wants only the smallest one, if any. ”If you’re looking for a pond, the meadow is probably your best shot. Larger bodies of water are also an option, of course.” Heck, he lives on an Isle with a small lake. Curious now, he tilts his head slightly to look at her, the normally blue returned to his gaze in the meantime. ”Why a pond, specifically?” She wouldn’t quite fit in one - not the smaller ones. And why drink trapped water, all muddy from the bottom being kicked up by bird and trapped fish alike? She didn’t look the type to be hunting those - she didn’t have a set of shark teeth, no claws to indicate anything beyond your regular horse.
I make no promises
I can’t do golden rings
I can’t do golden rings
Image commissioned by Vanilla, made by AshesDrawn on DA
@[Sheika]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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