draconic

While Vorel wasn’t really the smartest, she wasn’t stupid by any means. She knew a nervous person when she saw one and tried to looks as relaxed and unintimidating as possible, which was a little difficult with all her spines and exposed teeth, but she tried. She relaxed her posture and kept her expression soft.

“No no, you’re not bothering me. I’ve uh.. read it lots of times actually. I’m just trying to memorize it…” She showed the stranger the book’s cover, though she looked a bit bashful doing so. It was titled ‘Love from Ages Past’.

“It’s a poetry book. I like poems a lot…” The insides of her large ears got a little pink since it would be pretty obvious that this was a book of love poems.

the posture helped, a little. calianna knew aggression --- she knew it well. there was none here, though perhaps the dragonborn simply has not noticed just what she was ( her scaled hide concealed... well enough, she hoped, ). 

leaning forward a bit, she got a better look at the cover. it took a moment for it to click, but it came as quite a surprise, for such an imposing figure. “oh!” calianna squeaked a little, punctuating it with a gentle laugh that was hardly cruel. 

sometimes she does voice to text but its usually a pretty rambling sprawl too

SEND ‘TFLN’ FOR A TEXT STARTER USING A TEXT FROM TEXT FROM LAST NIGHT’S RANDOM GENERATOR.

SEND ‘TFLN’ FOR A TEXT STARTER USING A TEXT FROM TEXT FROM LAST NIGHT’S RANDOM GENERATOR.

SEND ‘TFLN’ FOR A TEXT STARTER USING A TEXT FROM TEXT FROM LAST NIGHT’S RANDOM GENERATOR.

SEND ‘TFLN’ FOR A TEXT STARTER USING A TEXT FROM TEXT FROM LAST NIGHT’S RANDOM GENERATOR.

SEND ‘TFLN’ FOR A TEXT STARTER USING A TEXT FROM TEXT FROM LAST NIGHT’S RANDOM GENERATOR.

“i’ve heard sillier.” hanging around with this lot, how could you not? it’s not a normal day if someone doesn’t say something completely off the wall - herself included. “i think it is a … bonding thing, maybe, for them.” 

she wonders if calianna knows how much deeper it was than just ‘away’. how many of their friends know the dark hold that obann had on her, that she had betrayed them against her will? 

“who do you practice magic with?” 

calianna smiles sheepishly and gives a sort of nod of agreement, figuring that alright, maybe yasha has heard sillier. they were a very silly group. it was nice, in a world that often felt too serious and stifling. she likes the laughing --- she likes the joy. she’d like to take them to grim and magda one of these days.

YOU ARE CARVED AWAY.

The dragonborn had been quite occupied with her reading, which was why she hadn’t noticed the other staring. But she looked up from the almost comically small book that was held so gently in her large hands, closing it and tilting her head slightly at the stranger.

“Mm really?” she asked with a soft smile, “I’d think that green was more your style.”

The blue hadn’t realized she had been hunched over as she read, sitting up straight with a groan and a stretch before sighing deeply, “Uh.. thank you though, that’s very sweet. I like your… hair.” She wasn’t the best at giving compliments back, it made her a little nervous since she wasn’t always sure what the humanoid races liked to hear half the time.

she didn’t really regret bringing it up, though the sudden attention did make her a little more nervous than she already was. dragonborns weren’t, well, she’d never seen too many of them, much less had an opportunity to speak to one. for some reason she doubted it’d be a favorable first impressed, the fall from favored to freak certainly a long one. a pit that was difficult to crawl out of. 

“o-oh, right,” glancing down, she sheepishly smoothed the front of her overskirt with her left hand. a smile came to her at the compliment, which might have struck as awkward, if not disingenuous, to someone else. to calianna it was just nice to hear. she resisted the urge to fuss with it. “thanks! i, um, i don’t really do much with it, i--- i’m sorry, i’m probably bothering you, aren’t i? you were right in the middle of reading and i just, i,” the sorceress shifted her weight, awkwardly, tail coiling around her legs. 

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