Daca'li glanced back into the caravan as he continued painting his face, only half noticing that most of the males on the cart were all catching eyes with miqo'te girl. He offered a sigh to himself, mumbling something incoherent before finishing the paint on his face. Curved lines under each eye that branched out and disappeared into his hairline on the side of his head. Three small triangles decorated his nose, all of equal proportion and beginning at his lower lip, two thick lines slid along his chin before coiling up onto his cheeks. With his painting complete, he fitted the lid back onto the pot once more before sliding it back into his pouch.Â
He offered a glance at the rest of the occupants, ears twitching at the mention of the miqo'te girl's name; the name -did- raise a bit of intrigue, as it wasn't a traditional miqo'te name. Instead of searching for her gaze or staring awkwardly, he simply shrugged and slid from his seat, moving himself to the edge of the entrance to let his legs dangle just above the ground.
He offered a glance at the rest of the occupants, ears twitching at the mention of the miqo'te girl's name; the name -did- raise a bit of intrigue, as it wasn't a traditional miqo'te name. Instead of searching for her gaze or staring awkwardly, he simply shrugged and slid from his seat, moving himself to the edge of the entrance to let his legs dangle just above the ground.
