#sandcatfaunus

Speaking up was always hard for the swan. Even in the most peaceful of environments- like the city park she wandered in this very moment, she could never find ease. The reason why? The stigma that came with being a faunus. Thanks to her dress, the princess's wings were tucked neatly within, but still yet, the notions of fear- especially being discovered and shunned, never seemed to escape her. It made talking to others more difficult than they needed to be, and as such, the simplest of tasks became oh so problematic.  

In fact, a good example would be right here and now ; the blonde, eager to rest her weary feat from standing all day in the blazing hot sun, was in dire need of a shady spot to stop. Unfortunately for her, every spot was filled. Families gathered with their children, students huddled together gossiping away, there was no room for her to slide her petite self in and take to resting... or well.. almost no room. In the very back of the park, there laid a bench occupied by only one other. One very intimidating other. Long brown hair and shimming golden hues reflected off the scroll she read so intently- Who ever she was, she looked almost in a trance as she read, blocking out everything that was around her, concerned with only herself and the text before her. Blanc seeing this almost walked away from the idle girl to give up on finding a lone seat of her own, but from the pang of her aching legs, she felt herself compelled to just.. well, dare to ask. Just get it over with! she told herself The worst that'll happen is she'll say no.  

Valid points if any right? Forcing herself before the other, she did her best to gently break the other's dedicated focus with her selfish request. If she was lucky, her polite take on it would help the situation- not discourage the other from letting her sit.