01-03-2017, 02:18 AM
(Paralee!) She nearly crashes into him;
He’s taller than she is, and solid enough as she slides to a halt before him. She snorts just a little, somewhat affronted by the fact that he just appeared out of nowhere, like a giant shadow ripped from those around him. Granted, he’s only a hand taller than she is, but he’s thick and looming and…
(Paralee… you’re doing it again.)
(Doing what?)
(Staring; it’s not polite.)
(So?)
She is staring; she cannot help it. He is massive and muscle and… goodness! Her eyes have just come across the horns on his face and she is intrigued by them. They are not like elk or deer, or even as fanciful as a unicorn’s.
(When have you ever seen a unicorn?)
(Never, but I know they exist. They must - he does.)
Paralee is staring so hard that she almost misses him speaking until she realizes that he is speaking to her. She jerks her nose back, having unconsciously begun to reach out to his horns to brush them with her lips. They look smooth, and impressive… but deceptively dangerous, she thinks. Yes, dangerous. It’s the very look of him that inspires this thought in her silly head as she stares at him. Despite the smirk, he was polite - no, pleasant? No, that’s not right either. She cannot quite describe him and her ears go back at the prodding tone he takes with her.
“Hello, and yes - only in my forelock.” she tells him in a rather matter of fact tone that almost smacks of pure insolence on her part. Her insolence is mostly feigned because face it, how insolent can a little harmless thing like her be towards a big hulking thing like him? She matches his interest though, gives a pertinent little flip of her nose towards his horns and asks, “What on earth are those? They don’t look like any horns I’ve ever seen.” She’s about to make a snide comment about unsightly abnormal growths but thinks better of it, he’s kind of cute, in a big dark scary kind of way.
(Cute?)
(He could be, if he didn’t appear to be so intimidating. Or annoying, not sure which.)
(Oh Paralee! Grow up.)
(No, I’m forever me.)
He continues to smirk, and she just smiles happily up at him. Paralee is rather glad of his company, even if it is a tad more brusque than she’s used to. Then again, she hasn’t much to compare it to - social niceties escape her, really. She’s had better luck conversing with sticks and stones and her siblings, then anything or anyone else. Maybe that’s why she’s a wee bit daft in the head…
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