Oriri looked up at Adeya when the question of her profession was posed, though she looked away again under the albeit brief intensity of her gaze. She seemed to shrink a bit more when the Miqo'te failed to remember seeing her around the Arcanist's Guild. The Plainsfolk had seen the dark-haired Keeper around often enough but, as Adeya had correctly assumed, she had spent most of her time there being quiet and mostly flying well under the radar.
"Ah, um... w-well, you see..." she mumbled and bumbled, fidgeting in place. It was quite easy to tell how she had earned that nickname the Highlander had given her - her little hands were curled timidly at her chest and her blue eyes flitting to look at anything other than the person she was speaking to. All she needed was a fuzzy curled tail twitching anxiously behind her and she'd easily pass for a nutkin. "I... I... I, um... err..."
"Nutkin," Phye roared again, giving a glare over her shoulder that sent the little Lalafell stumbling back a couple steps to hide behind Adeya. That seemed to be as far as the towering Hyur was willing to go this time, even if she raised a hand to imply that the Plainsfolk was about to intimately become familiar with the back of it. Ultimately, though, she just growled and seethed as she turned her attentions back to Cliaux. "She'd better, if she knows what's good for her. If there's one thing I hate, it's wastin' my time."
Oriri peeked out from behind Adeya, before turning her gaze back up to the Keeper.
"S-sorry," she mumbled, looking about ready to go through an entire dramatic play's worth of ellipses as she fell to fidgeting again. "A-anyroad, I'm... I'm not actually an... an Arcanist. I-I'm.. just a... a clerk. I, um, I tend to... to the books. And... and r-read some of them... A lot of them."
Her down-turned gaze fell upon Cyan, who seemed to be keeping close to the both of them. For just a brief moment, the worry and timidness melted from the Plainsfolk's gaze, the glittering critter reflected a bit in her azure orbs. It was back again, though, when she turned her attentions back to the Miqo'te to ask a question of her own.
"U-um... can I... y'know, if it's okay... and it's fine if it isn't... but... I mean... if I could..."
"Nutkin!"
"Eep!" She cowered, covering her head as if she expecting another punch to strike her there. "Couldiprettypleasepetyourcarbuncle?"
"Ah, um... w-well, you see..." she mumbled and bumbled, fidgeting in place. It was quite easy to tell how she had earned that nickname the Highlander had given her - her little hands were curled timidly at her chest and her blue eyes flitting to look at anything other than the person she was speaking to. All she needed was a fuzzy curled tail twitching anxiously behind her and she'd easily pass for a nutkin. "I... I... I, um... err..."
"Nutkin," Phye roared again, giving a glare over her shoulder that sent the little Lalafell stumbling back a couple steps to hide behind Adeya. That seemed to be as far as the towering Hyur was willing to go this time, even if she raised a hand to imply that the Plainsfolk was about to intimately become familiar with the back of it. Ultimately, though, she just growled and seethed as she turned her attentions back to Cliaux. "She'd better, if she knows what's good for her. If there's one thing I hate, it's wastin' my time."
Oriri peeked out from behind Adeya, before turning her gaze back up to the Keeper.
"S-sorry," she mumbled, looking about ready to go through an entire dramatic play's worth of ellipses as she fell to fidgeting again. "A-anyroad, I'm... I'm not actually an... an Arcanist. I-I'm.. just a... a clerk. I, um, I tend to... to the books. And... and r-read some of them... A lot of them."
Her down-turned gaze fell upon Cyan, who seemed to be keeping close to the both of them. For just a brief moment, the worry and timidness melted from the Plainsfolk's gaze, the glittering critter reflected a bit in her azure orbs. It was back again, though, when she turned her attentions back to the Miqo'te to ask a question of her own.
"U-um... can I... y'know, if it's okay... and it's fine if it isn't... but... I mean... if I could..."
"Nutkin!"
"Eep!" She cowered, covering her head as if she expecting another punch to strike her there. "Couldiprettypleasepetyourcarbuncle?"
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