it's a guarantee that he won't forget me.
my body little, my soul heavy.
The silly creature that stumbles from brush is not at all what Naia expects, but she cannot say she is displeased. The twisting black of his hide, while frightening, sparks excited curiosity in the nereid’s usually harsh gaze. He is cute, thrashing through the tangled wood as if the barrier is not there at all. A hesitant smile purses her lips: she cannot help but find amusement in the clumsy nature of such a terrifying creature.
When he does fully struggle through the branches, one tangles in his antlers just enough to create an entire horn. Naia peers at it for a moment, attempting to control the bubbling laughter that rises in her throat. She is able to remain quiet for a moment, but the innocence of his face is too much, and she giggles like she did when she was a child. The noise surprises her, so she cuts it off quick with a tight closing of her lips.
What’s up?
His upbeat voice and casual greeting feels so ridiculous in comparison to his appearance; once again, Naia loses control. This time she splutters out a vibrant laugh, louder and more genuine than the giggle from before. Her pale brown eyes twinkle when she peers up at him through long lashes, amused smile so sweet on her maw.
“I don’t think anyone has made me laugh like that, ever,” she murmurs, voice silky and womanly in a way only a nereid can muster. Naia brings her carefully sculpted Arabian head to its full height and is pleased to find he is just a bit taller than her. “I’m Naia,” she adds after a moment of flicking her eyes down his frame.
“I like your antlers.”
@[Velkan] i cannot believe how cute he is