[private] does he look like a birch?

[Anuya]

If given the choice, even in this strange place, Anuya would always pick interacting with someone over staring at leaves - even if she was admiring how the glow from her coat illuminated them. So she is - for the most part - happy that someone else stumbles across her path and she is not left wandering alone for long. She does, however, make a bit of a face when she sees the young filly approach her for two reasons. One, because there is a very brief moment where Anuya thinks this is another fae, someone from the summer or spring court maybe. This is a little disconcerting, especially when she had thought that she and Sidhra were the only ones to have come here. And two, Anuya is very aware of the fact that she has not interacted with a child since she was one herself. And that was 52 years ago this spring. So she doesn’t really remember a lot about it. The winged little creature comments on Anuya’s ears, which is not surprising - she often felt like her ears were ridiculously noticeable. A little corner of her mouth quirks up as those turquoise eyes drift to the feathery appendages decorating the girl’s head. “You’re one to talk.” She remarks, not unkindly. Just pointing out the obvious. Her own starry ears do twitch a little as she watches the way those light green things move and she’s reminded of moths and other non-horse (and non-fae) things. Which then prompts her to ask in a bright, curious voice - “Are those ears?” She tries to see if there are horse ears behind them but it’s difficult to make it look too obvious that she is trying to peer around so she'll settle for asking and hope that everyone else has the same tendency to tell the truth as she does.

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@[Saturnelle]