09-02-2015, 07:01 AM
She turns her head as a stranger draws closer to her, surprised by his approach as he seems to wander without really being aware of himself. But then he seems to recollect himself before actually colliding with her and she can't help but let a chuckle fall from her lips as sweet as the ringing of a tiny bell. The world has been kind to her and so she has learned nothing but kindness in return. Jenova gives a light nod of her head as he apologizes for his lack of attention but it's evident by her soft gaze that she isn't even mildly insulted.
"Perhaps your luck is just fine, seeing as you didn't run into me," she says as her smile remains firmly perched across her snow white lips. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Clumsy Mast. My name is Jenova and you may give me any title you wish."
Her pastel colored eyes examine him briefly before drawing back to his. There is some thought behind her gaze but her expression does not betray even a sliver of the things curling through her mind. It doesn't seem sinister in the slightest, but it is a curious thing, to be sure.
"Where have you come from, Clumsy?"
It must be strange to hear a nickname based on a flaw spoken so kindly but there has always been a sort of cashmere eloquence to her that inspires memories of warmth.
"Perhaps your luck is just fine, seeing as you didn't run into me," she says as her smile remains firmly perched across her snow white lips. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Clumsy Mast. My name is Jenova and you may give me any title you wish."
Her pastel colored eyes examine him briefly before drawing back to his. There is some thought behind her gaze but her expression does not betray even a sliver of the things curling through her mind. It doesn't seem sinister in the slightest, but it is a curious thing, to be sure.
"Where have you come from, Clumsy?"
It must be strange to hear a nickname based on a flaw spoken so kindly but there has always been a sort of cashmere eloquence to her that inspires memories of warmth.
JENOVA
IF YOU WERE HUNTING SEASON, THEN I WAS THE BROKEN WINGS -
THE PLACE WHERE I LEARNED THAT PERFECT AIM IS A MERCY.
IF YOU WERE HUNTING SEASON, THEN I WAS THE BROKEN WINGS -
THE PLACE WHERE I LEARNED THAT PERFECT AIM IS A MERCY.