[ he’s just gotten another dash of yellow on him, that drops from his brush and onto his hind talons. at least the floors are protected by sheets of massive paper, because he leaves half a footprint behind by the time it seeps to his soles. when he asks again, eren is only partially giving his back to her. ]
What are you, other than a merrow? [ it’s not something as strong as the fae here— but it’s exotic, to the point that even if he scents the lingering aroma of fresh water and alien sweetness, he could swear that there is a kick to her exhales, almost wanting to become a fizz that sparks his draconic curiosity. ] I can smell it.
[ his body language is subtle, but the pupils of his eyes are full like moons and only growing, with every flicker his tongue makes. ]
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What are you, other than a merrow? [ it’s not something as strong as the fae here— but it’s exotic, to the point that even if he scents the lingering aroma of fresh water and alien sweetness, he could swear that there is a kick to her exhales, almost wanting to become a fizz that sparks his draconic curiosity. ] I can smell it.
[ his body language is subtle, but the pupils of his eyes are full like moons and only growing, with every flicker his tongue makes. ]