09-07-2017, 09:11 PM
Ichor can feel him staring.
It makes her uncomfortable. She thought herself a fantastic beast but he’s been quiet for so long now that she’s beginning to question that. What if she isn’t that fantastic like she’s always thought? What if she is actually *gasp* grotesque?! It’s a damn good thing she is struggling to keep his face in focus and cannot really make out the open-mouth gape he’s got going on. She might have then quipped about bugs flying into it if he left it open for so long but as is, there are small tremors of agitation running through her combination of scales and skin. Enough to make her six legs dance underneath her.
He’s scaled too. She can make that much out as she stretches her neck out to see him better, blinking her big compound eyes at him. Ichor doesn’t know it but she looks like a bug-eyed monster. But back to his scales, which look stronger and thicker and not at all as fragile as hers. Hm, interesting. He’s not all horse either which puts her somewhat at ease even as he stumbles all over himself in small blurted out words that sound like nonsense to her. Okay, so he’s just as socially inept as her - that’s good, common ground, she thinks with a firm nod as she pulls her strange head back and he blathers on about staring.
Ichor hadn’t noticed. Okay, she had but she can’t for sure say if she’s used to it or not. No one looked at her much. Or rather, she kept to her fantastic little self and ignored all the rest. Rare instances like this just sort of happened and were of course, awkward as all hell and left Ichor nervous because she had no real sense of manners or decorum. That’s what happens when the Mountain taketh away then giveth back! She welcomed back her odd self and kissed the ordinariness goodbye but now, guessing at how he’s a stuttering staring mess, she must not be that common of a sight at all.
“No, no, you probably haven’t.” she assures him, still finding it strange to talk around the nectar-seeking tongue that occasionally sticks out of her mouth and does it nectar-seeking thing. Basically it uncurls and hangs out between her lips before rolling back up and tucking itself behind her teeth. Right now though, it unfurls to its full length and determines he carries no nectar on himself and there’s none nearby to be had. Then her gills decide to flutter and make themselves known once more as he introduces himself and she makes an apologetic face.
“I’m Ichor. Don’t be sorry for staring Ivar. I didn’t realize I was that… um, odd looking.”
It never bothered her before. She hadn’t noticed or cared. Ichor embraced her weird hybridized self and had only ever been around the strange but familiar company of her family. She had no idea she could have such a profound effect on others like this. It left her a little sad looking, one of the four front legs scuffing at the dirt. Ears and antennae both drooping just a bit.
It makes her uncomfortable. She thought herself a fantastic beast but he’s been quiet for so long now that she’s beginning to question that. What if she isn’t that fantastic like she’s always thought? What if she is actually *gasp* grotesque?! It’s a damn good thing she is struggling to keep his face in focus and cannot really make out the open-mouth gape he’s got going on. She might have then quipped about bugs flying into it if he left it open for so long but as is, there are small tremors of agitation running through her combination of scales and skin. Enough to make her six legs dance underneath her.
He’s scaled too. She can make that much out as she stretches her neck out to see him better, blinking her big compound eyes at him. Ichor doesn’t know it but she looks like a bug-eyed monster. But back to his scales, which look stronger and thicker and not at all as fragile as hers. Hm, interesting. He’s not all horse either which puts her somewhat at ease even as he stumbles all over himself in small blurted out words that sound like nonsense to her. Okay, so he’s just as socially inept as her - that’s good, common ground, she thinks with a firm nod as she pulls her strange head back and he blathers on about staring.
Ichor hadn’t noticed. Okay, she had but she can’t for sure say if she’s used to it or not. No one looked at her much. Or rather, she kept to her fantastic little self and ignored all the rest. Rare instances like this just sort of happened and were of course, awkward as all hell and left Ichor nervous because she had no real sense of manners or decorum. That’s what happens when the Mountain taketh away then giveth back! She welcomed back her odd self and kissed the ordinariness goodbye but now, guessing at how he’s a stuttering staring mess, she must not be that common of a sight at all.
“No, no, you probably haven’t.” she assures him, still finding it strange to talk around the nectar-seeking tongue that occasionally sticks out of her mouth and does it nectar-seeking thing. Basically it uncurls and hangs out between her lips before rolling back up and tucking itself behind her teeth. Right now though, it unfurls to its full length and determines he carries no nectar on himself and there’s none nearby to be had. Then her gills decide to flutter and make themselves known once more as he introduces himself and she makes an apologetic face.
“I’m Ichor. Don’t be sorry for staring Ivar. I didn’t realize I was that… um, odd looking.”
It never bothered her before. She hadn’t noticed or cared. Ichor embraced her weird hybridized self and had only ever been around the strange but familiar company of her family. She had no idea she could have such a profound effect on others like this. It left her a little sad looking, one of the four front legs scuffing at the dirt. Ears and antennae both drooping just a bit.