03-25-2020, 05:32 PM
He paused to think about it and she schooled herself to patience while he did. Her own palms met, fingers laced. Whimsy aside, there were times Nimeda was easily channeled to an end, and while it was not her most natural state neither was it impossible within the right circumstance. Water that flowed where directed.
When his lips upturned her returning smile was preemptive, though she still waited for the words. She was an old creature; not the oldest thing that resided here, mind, and yet sometimes others still inclined her to an habitual reverence. The stranger lacked any sort of resonance, but he still had such a demeanour about him. Once permission was granted, her brows drew into contemplation. A small tease. She searched his face like perhaps the answers were hidden somewhere behind his gaze, but like most things she was guided first by instinct. If her memory was riddled with holes it was still very long.
“Then I’ll call you Noctua,” she said. Her eyes crinkled with the smile, sure he would find that acceptable (and liable to be bitterly disappointed if that were not the case). Not a random choice, though not one she was likely to be able to articulate. She would attempt if he wished it though. “For I think it suits you.”
When his lips upturned her returning smile was preemptive, though she still waited for the words. She was an old creature; not the oldest thing that resided here, mind, and yet sometimes others still inclined her to an habitual reverence. The stranger lacked any sort of resonance, but he still had such a demeanour about him. Once permission was granted, her brows drew into contemplation. A small tease. She searched his face like perhaps the answers were hidden somewhere behind his gaze, but like most things she was guided first by instinct. If her memory was riddled with holes it was still very long.
“Then I’ll call you Noctua,” she said. Her eyes crinkled with the smile, sure he would find that acceptable (and liable to be bitterly disappointed if that were not the case). Not a random choice, though not one she was likely to be able to articulate. She would attempt if he wished it though. “For I think it suits you.”