#promcsis

WHAT is this creature? Sebastian is naming just about any of the creatures from back home that are rather similar to this one's design, but there's ALWAYS something missing. He shakes his head mentally and tries again, but eventually no creature matches this one's description.

He hasn't been back here in... huh, years now. But even then he enjoyed the big, quiet ballroom, tiles singing under his feet like windchimes and wooden flutes. It's simply fun to dance through the steps, jumping from one tile to the other as they light up under his feet.

Like last time, he is interrupted. Though this time by an unfamiliar face. Humming along to his melody, Wukong sommersaults back to the ballroom's edge, the room going quiet once again.

"You can jump in if you wanna." He did want to play around some more, but not in front of an audience.

"You don't know how to make this thing go faster right? Bad enough we're not on snow..."

▣ Serra might have been inexperienced and sheltered, but she had watched a lot of movies over her two years of life. She knew what an alien was, and not in a million years did she think she would be standing in the presence of one. From her experience, there were movies that depicted aliens as bad, while others could depict them as heroes. Should she be way? Concerned? It wasn't really in her nature to judge people based on appearances.

Either way, she broached a conversation in a fairly unexpected way.

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Right. During the attack, one of the eclipse had shown. He's learned that the gods here does not wait for the disasters to solve themselves before bringing in new people.

Moondust, the small dragon curiously tilts his head at the strange being in front of him. He's never seen anything like them before.

"hm... just adjusting for height alone would likely double the preexisting measurements i've set in the past..." there's a continuous muttering of various calculations as tachyon settles into an impromptu observation just a few paces behind her current, likely unaware, subject.

"such strange musculature though!" she exclaims in sing-song, a smile etching itself across her face. "if i could glean how dense it is, especially around the arms, perhaps finer alterations could be made..."

he’s seen her before. exiting the same building, he believes.

it’s hard not to notice her, or the way she’s looking at the clothes hanging in the store window right now. the cautious uncertainty in her eyes pulls at his heartstrings and ethos is determined to help his new neighbor feel good in her own skin.

ethos understands, on some level, that finding clothes that fit taller individuals is difficult. he’s pretty tall himself but, looking up at her, he can acknowledge he doesn’t quite get it.

still, there are no limits to beauty, or fashion for that matter.

“we should look at some gowns first.” he suggests, as a way of introduction, opening the door to the store for her.

“what’s your name, by the way?”