10-27-2020, 06:29 PM
Yeah, this is Ischia
Starsonder's relief is expressed with a sharp exhale through her teeth. Her narrow shoulders relax as the contrasting flurry of her emotions begins to settle, and she searches his face, trying to decide what kind of frown he is wearing.
But his frown changes into something a little more forgiving before she can decide. She is happy to forget it, listening carefully to the advice of her world-wise elder. The scolding note is almost endearing - as if it was important to him that she remain out of harm's way. Again, he reminds her of her older sisters, and she responds to him in much the same way she would have them: with a half-suppressed laugh and teasing tone.
"Not friendly..." she quotes, her lips pressing together briefly to hide a smile, "as in they will be grumpy and bossy?" But the way his tongue bumps along the large sharp teeth she hadn't noticed before catches her eye, and suddenly she is a little more serious. "Or not friendly in the eat you alive kind of way?"
But even with the warning of his newly displayed fangs, her question is mostly rhetorical. It's hard for her to imaging such dangers, at least, not under a brilliant blue sky and next to the turquoise water she had grown up splashing in.
"And anyway, you wouldn't let anything bad happen."
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