#seraiah 01

❝ OH, well… ❞

Seraiah smiles up at Chuck, standing a little bit on their tippy-toes to further close the gap between their wildly contrasting heights. Though strangers usually rendered them mute, Ser found it unusually easy to talk to the impressively tall woman in front of them.

She reminded her of her “family” in the woods back home: a towering but gentlepresence, and in this strange new world, Ser was eager to make friends with anybody who seemed trustworthy. Naturally, the easiest way to do that (in Seraiah’s opinion) was to present them with a gift, and she had spotted the nicest bouquet of lilies at a nearby floral shop. It just seemed polite.

❝ I thought you might like these, and… I’m new around here, so I’m trying to meet some people. Also, you’re really pretty. I’m Seraiah, by the way! Sorry if I caught you off guard. ❞

Oh, okay. 

That makes sense, when she considers it. Nevertheless, the abruptness holds her on edge, and Chuck has to take a moment to settle her shaking nerves to a state of calm. Shoulders slumping forward, she adjusts the wrapped lillies, gaze pouring over the flowers. She’s seen these before in the store, with their speckled centers and a label about keeping them away from cats. Considering they had never had one, it had been nothing more than a label for reading amusement. 

Chuck offers a smile, closed mouth and keeping her teeth hidden from view. The fact that she painted her claws a bright red makes them seem a little less harsh. “They’re nice. I, I uh- I didn’t want to be rude. I was just kind of confused, you know?” The bundle of confused near panic had set her off guard a bit longer tha nexpected. The comment about her being pretty does more, and Chuck turns an odd shade of pink.