Flopping from the traumatizing events of being held captive by a tree branch. The glob of alabaster cloth plummeted down, crushing assorted twigs and leaves in his five point landing. Instead of tanking the oustretched hand from the unfamilar face, his attention swiveled around, taking in both the denizens of the wood. Before huffing in slight disappointment that he had been so publically embarassed like this.
Opting to lounge in the pile of leaves rather than clamber up to his feet, the Miqo'te allowed his skull to fall limp, tossing itself backwards to stare skywards. Raising a digit to offer a sweeping strike of a salute towards the fellow Miqo'te hovering over him.
"...Koyu... Name's Koy- GAH."
Curt short by the realization that his alabaster robes were sporting up near the lining of his throat, not even bothering to conceal his slender frame. Instantly bouncing out of the bushes and pushing the clothes down, ironing out the assorted wrinkles with random hand waves over the patterns.Â
The chosen attire was rather form fitting, not exceptionally bulky like the usual robes worn. Yet the face that it had paired with it, nearly screamed lack of sleep. Bags under the eyes, a sluggish, vacant expression, in combination with a messy, unkempt head of hair.
Inhaling sharply once he had finished correcting that which must not go awry, he glanced between the two, blinking heavily before his memory booted up. Pivoting his attention span towards the other Miqo'te. shaking his skull in the negative.
"Haven't seen anyone... Naught but birds anyways."
Opting to lounge in the pile of leaves rather than clamber up to his feet, the Miqo'te allowed his skull to fall limp, tossing itself backwards to stare skywards. Raising a digit to offer a sweeping strike of a salute towards the fellow Miqo'te hovering over him.
"...Koyu... Name's Koy- GAH."
Curt short by the realization that his alabaster robes were sporting up near the lining of his throat, not even bothering to conceal his slender frame. Instantly bouncing out of the bushes and pushing the clothes down, ironing out the assorted wrinkles with random hand waves over the patterns.Â
The chosen attire was rather form fitting, not exceptionally bulky like the usual robes worn. Yet the face that it had paired with it, nearly screamed lack of sleep. Bags under the eyes, a sluggish, vacant expression, in combination with a messy, unkempt head of hair.
Inhaling sharply once he had finished correcting that which must not go awry, he glanced between the two, blinking heavily before his memory booted up. Pivoting his attention span towards the other Miqo'te. shaking his skull in the negative.
"Haven't seen anyone... Naught but birds anyways."
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