She startles slightly when he throws up his arm, mutters that ward, her reactions just a touch too fast, too sharp, to be human. Humanity is a mask she is still learning how to wear.
She extends a wing toward him oh so slowly, so careful. Physical proof that she is not human and a show of vulnerability. Wings are fragile, he could rip, tear, break the bones.
"Is there something you would like me to call you?" Names have power, he might not want to offer his to her.
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Date: 2024-03-20 12:08 pm (UTC)She extends a wing toward him oh so slowly, so careful. Physical proof that she is not human and a show of vulnerability. Wings are fragile, he could rip, tear, break the bones.
"Is there something you would like me to call you?" Names have power, he might not want to offer his to her.