#worryfilled

    Amber hues surveyed the area with an ALERTNESS that unmistakably made the fact known that the young woman was looking for something. ( -- or perhaps someone ) The trainer walked with slow steps, as if she were calculating them with the likeness of a predator, seeking out something in HIDING, regardless if she actually was or her demeanor simply caused her to APPEAR as doing so. Zinnia likely would have come off as as somewhat THREATENING as she approached the stranger, a young girl of whom she knew NOTHING about if it weren’t for the tiny Whismur at her heels. ASTER bounced along merrily, adorable little squeaks escaping its small structure every now and again. Zinnia held her hand out behind her -- a silent command for her companion to STOP as she caught up with this young woman. In the matter of an instant, her eyes switched from malevolent to benevolent, lips even upturning into the faintest of twinkles. This was the way she got the attention of others. Besides her rather foreign attire, the personality of the Draconid was enough to keep people curious. She spoke in a singsongy tone, which was quite obviously meant to be disarming after her SUDDEN approach. -- And of course, soon to come, her sudden asking of a boon.