Lorielle's already red cheeks took on a deeper crimson flush at Kieaira's compliment. Â "Th-thank you," she said in a small chuckle, setting her small book back into her lap. Â She noticed two of the Miqo'te men seemed a bit interested as well. Â She held it in her hand, looking at it hesitantly, before extending her arm out for either of the two men to grab it, if they wanted a better look.
"Most Elezen seem more inclined in musical arts," she said to the male Miqo'te closer to the front of the cart. Â She chose to ignore the bit of concern that arose in her when he mentioned he did not often mingle with her kind. Â She was certain he had his own reasons, and would not care to talk about it. Â "You seem quite artistic as well," she commented, studying his painted face before taking a short glance up into his eyes.
She then turned her gaze to the other Miqo'te seated across from them. Â Her face flushed again, deeper than before, as if it fed off of the remains of her last show of modesty. Â "Th-thank you so much," she said, her words coming out with a light chuckle.
She noticed, to her side, that Kieaira was offering around the remains of the meal she had been nibbling on when she boarded the caravan. Â She smiled, not so much at her, but at the atmosphere of everyone opening up to one another. Â Her smile fell slightly as she watched the exchange between Kieaira and the raven haired man. Â If it made her uncomfortable by the intimacy of it, then she knew her shy Miqo'te friend was screaming internally.
She suddenly pushed the sandwich into his hand, falling back into her seat and curling inward. Â Lorielle tried not to laugh, biting her lip to keep her mouth closed. Â She looked up at the man with the ink features, the look on his face giving the impression that he was trying to make her squirm. Â She brought her hand towards her face, rubbing across her mouth to stifle her growing smile. Â She felt guilty for finding it so humorous. Â If that had happened to her, she probably would have reacted the same.
She lowered her hand, unable to fully wipe away the small smile she wore. Â She wished she was friendly enough with the Miqo'te to pat her on the shoulder and reassure her that she was safe and that she should not be so afraid. Â But, attempting to be that outgoing would diminish the little bit of trust the girl had in her.
She was surprised that Kieaira went out of her way to ask the man his name. Â She smirked, her eyes taking on the quality of a cat's. Â There was a sort of pride that came from seeing another shy person coming out of their shell. Â Lorielle was intrigued, and sat back to listen and possibly break in if things became awkward for the Miqo'te. Â She had become a bit of a wing-man for her, she liked to believe.
"Most Elezen seem more inclined in musical arts," she said to the male Miqo'te closer to the front of the cart. Â She chose to ignore the bit of concern that arose in her when he mentioned he did not often mingle with her kind. Â She was certain he had his own reasons, and would not care to talk about it. Â "You seem quite artistic as well," she commented, studying his painted face before taking a short glance up into his eyes.
She then turned her gaze to the other Miqo'te seated across from them. Â Her face flushed again, deeper than before, as if it fed off of the remains of her last show of modesty. Â "Th-thank you so much," she said, her words coming out with a light chuckle.
She noticed, to her side, that Kieaira was offering around the remains of the meal she had been nibbling on when she boarded the caravan. Â She smiled, not so much at her, but at the atmosphere of everyone opening up to one another. Â Her smile fell slightly as she watched the exchange between Kieaira and the raven haired man. Â If it made her uncomfortable by the intimacy of it, then she knew her shy Miqo'te friend was screaming internally.
She suddenly pushed the sandwich into his hand, falling back into her seat and curling inward. Â Lorielle tried not to laugh, biting her lip to keep her mouth closed. Â She looked up at the man with the ink features, the look on his face giving the impression that he was trying to make her squirm. Â She brought her hand towards her face, rubbing across her mouth to stifle her growing smile. Â She felt guilty for finding it so humorous. Â If that had happened to her, she probably would have reacted the same.
She lowered her hand, unable to fully wipe away the small smile she wore. Â She wished she was friendly enough with the Miqo'te to pat her on the shoulder and reassure her that she was safe and that she should not be so afraid. Â But, attempting to be that outgoing would diminish the little bit of trust the girl had in her.
She was surprised that Kieaira went out of her way to ask the man his name. Â She smirked, her eyes taking on the quality of a cat's. Â There was a sort of pride that came from seeing another shy person coming out of their shell. Â Lorielle was intrigued, and sat back to listen and possibly break in if things became awkward for the Miqo'te. Â She had become a bit of a wing-man for her, she liked to believe.
