Squinting up at the bold and gallant miqo'te with the suns rays flaring brightly behind him she raised a hand to shield her eyes with the shadow of her hand. His seemingly friendly and high-spirited manner stunned her pleasantly for a moment for familiarity to that of her own nature.
Tira tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she glanced down bashfully at his words of flattery before raising her head once he offered to cook her breakfast. She beamed at him and nodded a few times.
"Why certainly Sir Snarl!" She curtsied poorly in response, playfully mocking his courtliness. "What's your specialty?" Asked the slightly disheveled archer. She tipped on her toes with a silly expression on her face as she peered over his accessories curiously.
Tira tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she glanced down bashfully at his words of flattery before raising her head once he offered to cook her breakfast. She beamed at him and nodded a few times.
"Why certainly Sir Snarl!" She curtsied poorly in response, playfully mocking his courtliness. "What's your specialty?" Asked the slightly disheveled archer. She tipped on her toes with a silly expression on her face as she peered over his accessories curiously.
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