02-22-2017, 02:48 PM
He smells of things that Circinae cannot name. Things like freedom, and something along the lines of crisp. It washes over her as he pivots, the breeze set into motion from his actions displacing the few, fine blue hairs that trickle over her glittering eyes. She finds it interesting that even in these tight quarters, he knows his own body shape well enough to keep his tightly folded wings from ever brushing against her. How … polite. But her gaze is discovering him now, much the same way that he’d let his own intuition take hold with her when she first approached, and she finds nothing lacking in those wispy, upturned lips; nothing alarming in the quirk of his brow or the hint of laughter in his stare.
This is a rare encounter for her, after living burrowed so deeply in fear. “Oh, yes,” She agrees, “very rude.” It escapes then - the chuckle she’s been building up - spilling over her lips and warming the atmosphere around them as the stars strengthen their nightly glow. “But you’re here now, so I can forgive you …I think.” She reasons, head tilting softly while she contemplates the action of letting this proverbial stranger off the hook. “Canaan, nice to meet you. I’m Circinae, but of course you can call me Circy. That tends to be easier for everyone to remember.” She tells him finally, straightening out once more while the blush of a smile haunts her.
“Really, now … “ She chides herself, schooling her face with the flick of her darkening tail. It was nighttime, the air was heady with the remnants of daytime heat, and Circinae was losing her wits to a handsome face. Suddenly aware of her inept ability to continue their easy banter, the green girls flickering gaze turns to the heavens, avoiding Canaan’s line of sight until she could compose herself accordingly. “Where were you headed, this late and so alone?” She muses to him, knowing all too well that the twin appendages on his back were certainly more than a pair of pretty wings. She wonders then how they might’ve looked, if she hadn’t stopped him, with their shadowy-rust color expanding from his sides to lift him skywards and take him home, no doubt to where someone else was waiting for him.
This is a rare encounter for her, after living burrowed so deeply in fear. “Oh, yes,” She agrees, “very rude.” It escapes then - the chuckle she’s been building up - spilling over her lips and warming the atmosphere around them as the stars strengthen their nightly glow. “But you’re here now, so I can forgive you …I think.” She reasons, head tilting softly while she contemplates the action of letting this proverbial stranger off the hook. “Canaan, nice to meet you. I’m Circinae, but of course you can call me Circy. That tends to be easier for everyone to remember.” She tells him finally, straightening out once more while the blush of a smile haunts her.
“Really, now … “ She chides herself, schooling her face with the flick of her darkening tail. It was nighttime, the air was heady with the remnants of daytime heat, and Circinae was losing her wits to a handsome face. Suddenly aware of her inept ability to continue their easy banter, the green girls flickering gaze turns to the heavens, avoiding Canaan’s line of sight until she could compose herself accordingly. “Where were you headed, this late and so alone?” She muses to him, knowing all too well that the twin appendages on his back were certainly more than a pair of pretty wings. She wonders then how they might’ve looked, if she hadn’t stopped him, with their shadowy-rust color expanding from his sides to lift him skywards and take him home, no doubt to where someone else was waiting for him.
Circinae
I need the crack of a whip, I need some blood in the cut
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