[open] wish you weren't so frickin' awkward, bud.

[OLEANDAR]

The mothy girl looks on, big reflective eyes taking in the stallion’s details as the wind let her long blonde hair dance as well as her wing’s great twisting tails. A kind smile is always at home on her face, even in those times when it is simply cordial and not really what she is feeling – she is a diplomat at heart. Her insect wings, bright and appearing delicate, twitch as she listens, her antennae ears perked intently. “Ah, yes.” her soft voice matches her soft expression.

Wrena watches, but adds nothing to the interaction, every few breaths her nostrils emit small curls of smoke. She listens carefully to them both, picking out the small nuances between them, of him mostly, but she does like to observe how her older sister does things sometimes (she wouldn’t quite admit to that, though).

Oly let her eyes shift to the falcon as he referred to it insisting that he approach the pair. She lets out a sweet, childish giggle, “Well, how nice of you two to come say hello.” She brings her eyes back to the stallion’s face, “It is a wonderful night to meet new folks.” She draws in a breath, breaking the silence that lingered only for a moment, “And where is your home, Aten?”

i've got no roots,

oleandar    &    wrena

but my home was never on the ground

@[Aten]