Flutterby
standard-issue human
Ora looked up at Lohrithe, surprised to hear him speak to her. His eyes sent a chill down her spine, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. The half-dwarf nodded slightly to acknowledge his statement. "I'm sure it will be fine. As long as we stay together.." She said softly, returning her gaze to in front of her. If they were all always together, no one dare attack, the skin-changer or otherwise.
After a moment of feeling uncomfortable, she said, "I heard Desrick call you Lohr, short for Lohrithe. I go by Ora, now. Short for Oralia. It's only fair that you know my name as well." The woman swallowed softly, and then offered him a reserved smile, one that hardly touched her eyes. Her gaze slid back to the iridescent fletchings attached to Desrick, her mind itching to know how he got it, but she held herself from asking. Something told her now was not the time, but she couldn't say what.
Ora spoke again, after a few silent steps. "I owe you an apology, for the way I spoke to you, before the mist. You.. you meant it well, I know that. I am sorry." Ora's tail flicked lightly at the end, brushing her ankle. She hesitated, hoping to offer more of an explanation, but the words didn't come. The not-so-friendly cat had got her tongue; the part of her that was unsure about trusting the Cyndarans had gone from ignorable to irritating. Ora flashed him a shaky half smile, returning her eyes to the ground in front of her.
Zazz
After a moment of feeling uncomfortable, she said, "I heard Desrick call you Lohr, short for Lohrithe. I go by Ora, now. Short for Oralia. It's only fair that you know my name as well." The woman swallowed softly, and then offered him a reserved smile, one that hardly touched her eyes. Her gaze slid back to the iridescent fletchings attached to Desrick, her mind itching to know how he got it, but she held herself from asking. Something told her now was not the time, but she couldn't say what.
Ora spoke again, after a few silent steps. "I owe you an apology, for the way I spoke to you, before the mist. You.. you meant it well, I know that. I am sorry." Ora's tail flicked lightly at the end, brushing her ankle. She hesitated, hoping to offer more of an explanation, but the words didn't come. The not-so-friendly cat had got her tongue; the part of her that was unsure about trusting the Cyndarans had gone from ignorable to irritating. Ora flashed him a shaky half smile, returning her eyes to the ground in front of her.
Zazz
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