12-28-2025, 11:40 PM
If only angelic intentions always resulted in angelic outcomes.
Boof!
At the raucous culmination of the man's teetering, Lillia spooked out of her trance and hopped a foot in the air, wings unfurling in a quickly-tamed frenzy. She felt pink in the face as her own sheepish expression met his. "I'm so sorry --" she gushed, her voice layering over the Wendigo's simultaneous apology. She bit back a smile at the awkward coincidence, hoping that her averted gaze contributed to the moment feeling more endearing than mortifying. As it stood, she felt them dangerously on the brink of one or the other.
She quirked her ears with polite precision as her seated companion continued his thoughts, his strange drawl unraveling bits and pieces of his story as he went along. Her smiled waned. A monster? She chanced a glance at him and made note of his head bowed so low, his antlers grazed the grass. If only all the monsters were this cordial, the world may yet reflect heaven's glow.
"Pollux," she breathed. It rolled off her tongue raindrop-soft.
Boof.
The pinkness of her cheeks remained as she seated herself across from the dark stallion, making an attempt now to find and keep his gaze. After all, with proper introductions out of the way, they were now true equals; who was she to claim superiority?
"Pollux, my name is Lillia." The Angel Lillia, she heard in her head. It felt strange to exclude her title. Strange, but right--perhaps her habituation to this land had finally made some leeway with her heavenly praxis. She determined to ponder these changes later.
"I am very sorry for scaring you, and intruding on your personal space, and being so forthright with my observations." She leaned her ears sideways, indicating contriteness. At the same time, she drew on her deep well of hope, summoning the warm rose-golden emotion to mist the two equines seated in a meadow-bound nest. Unlike the saccharine manipulations performed by some of Beqanna's magicians, Lillia's soft touch felt of nothing more than the slightest comfort, the way a smile from a stranger might brighten one's mood on the darkest of days.
"You see, I am not much acquainted with the social norms of this realm, and must learn by trial and error. So really, I must thank you for your kindness." Her expression warmed. "And I think what we are doing with the kindness now is just about the best we could do."
"If you would like... I would love to hear more about yourself? For all our external opposites, you strike me as a kindred spirit."
Boof!
At the raucous culmination of the man's teetering, Lillia spooked out of her trance and hopped a foot in the air, wings unfurling in a quickly-tamed frenzy. She felt pink in the face as her own sheepish expression met his. "I'm so sorry --" she gushed, her voice layering over the Wendigo's simultaneous apology. She bit back a smile at the awkward coincidence, hoping that her averted gaze contributed to the moment feeling more endearing than mortifying. As it stood, she felt them dangerously on the brink of one or the other.
She quirked her ears with polite precision as her seated companion continued his thoughts, his strange drawl unraveling bits and pieces of his story as he went along. Her smiled waned. A monster? She chanced a glance at him and made note of his head bowed so low, his antlers grazed the grass. If only all the monsters were this cordial, the world may yet reflect heaven's glow.
"Pollux," she breathed. It rolled off her tongue raindrop-soft.
Boof.
The pinkness of her cheeks remained as she seated herself across from the dark stallion, making an attempt now to find and keep his gaze. After all, with proper introductions out of the way, they were now true equals; who was she to claim superiority?
"Pollux, my name is Lillia." The Angel Lillia, she heard in her head. It felt strange to exclude her title. Strange, but right--perhaps her habituation to this land had finally made some leeway with her heavenly praxis. She determined to ponder these changes later.
"I am very sorry for scaring you, and intruding on your personal space, and being so forthright with my observations." She leaned her ears sideways, indicating contriteness. At the same time, she drew on her deep well of hope, summoning the warm rose-golden emotion to mist the two equines seated in a meadow-bound nest. Unlike the saccharine manipulations performed by some of Beqanna's magicians, Lillia's soft touch felt of nothing more than the slightest comfort, the way a smile from a stranger might brighten one's mood on the darkest of days.
"You see, I am not much acquainted with the social norms of this realm, and must learn by trial and error. So really, I must thank you for your kindness." Her expression warmed. "And I think what we are doing with the kindness now is just about the best we could do."
"If you would like... I would love to hear more about yourself? For all our external opposites, you strike me as a kindred spirit."