07-14-2024, 02:57 PM
At first, Zohariel has assumed she’s offended him - she feels a pull of disappointment as the smile turns into a sharp frown as he flaps his impressive wings and carries himself backwards a few feet away from her. Her own bright expression falters, uncertainty mixing with discomfort and guilt in her stomach. Some star-flecked shadows begin to curl around her body, as though she could simply obscure herself enough to make up for her social blunder.
The reaction to her presence and his expression are somewhat at odds with the words he speaks, which are not in response to her question at all, and she finds herself forgetting what she had said as well in her confusion. She tilts her head a little to the side, her smile more uncertain than it had been just moments ago.
“... Thank you?” Zohariel believes she is pretty but hardly someone who stands out - her entire family is composed of beautiful, ethereal looking horses and despite the fact that her wingless sides set her apart she knows her opals and stars just mark her as being one of the family and that has always brought her joy.
Unsure of what to say now, she defaults to basic manners - hoping that talking a little more will show her a way out of the confusion muddying her cheer. “I’m Zohariel.”
The reaction to her presence and his expression are somewhat at odds with the words he speaks, which are not in response to her question at all, and she finds herself forgetting what she had said as well in her confusion. She tilts her head a little to the side, her smile more uncertain than it had been just moments ago.
“... Thank you?” Zohariel believes she is pretty but hardly someone who stands out - her entire family is composed of beautiful, ethereal looking horses and despite the fact that her wingless sides set her apart she knows her opals and stars just mark her as being one of the family and that has always brought her joy.
Unsure of what to say now, she defaults to basic manners - hoping that talking a little more will show her a way out of the confusion muddying her cheer. “I’m Zohariel.”
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Ruhr