Cruella Would Be Proud

The woman seemed shocked by his voice, turning her head to face him with a bit of a puzzled look. He definitely hadn't seen her around before, and oh would he remember seeing her. He offered a soft smile, hoping to calm her from the spook he had done her. Purple eyes scanned over her as she spoke and turned, sitting and facing him now, though her words were temporarily lost inside his mind as he watched her. She looked so... soft. Too soft to be a part of the Armada. He caught himself staring though when she started to speak again, apologizing and introducing herself as whatever a handmaiden was. Odette.  He couldn't find his own words for a moment, stuck in a bit of a trance it seemed, but managed to swallow the lump in his throat before it became too awkward.

"I'm uh.. um.. Magnus." He stammered over his words, struggling to find them in a proper time to not make a fool of himself. A sheepish smile followed, and he'd certainly be blushing if it could be seen through his fur. "Don't um, be sorry. I'm sorta new." What the hell. He thought to himself, furrowing his brows for only a moment during the thought as he looked towards his paws fleetingly in embarrassment. When she started to speak again he looked up, but noticed the panic in her eyes as he did. He frowned and began to stand, but stopped himself from taking any steps. She seemed afraid, but of what?

"Oh no, they're not uh mine. Did you need some pelts?" His heart was racing now for whatever reason and he could feel the sweat beginning to form between his toes. This had never happened to him before, what the hell was going on?

"Speech!"

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