beautiful creatures

The fae remained still, a look of indecision sparking confusion in Rhaegara’s eyes. Her words were stuttered, and Rhae thought they seemed almost broken, offering an attempt to direct her. Curiosity got the better of the girl as she took a seat in an attempt to ease some of the other woman's evident discomfort, Carlys perching on her shoulder with the shifting of position. “Are you okay?” She asked sincerely, unsure if she had someone frightened the girl on accident. These were not the tribes of the north, and perhaps she had violated some custom she was unaware of. Either way, she was determined to make it right.

“I… I didn’t mean to frighten you or anything.” She offered again, watching as the girl nervously wound her tail along her paws, her eyes widening for a brief second. She’d never seen a tail that long! Mother had always taught her not to stare at war wounds, whether it be a wolf from the tribe or a loner. Respect! It was preached from the moment she was born… quickly she averted her eyes from the strange feature. “I’m Rhaegara, and this is Carlys.” She said, head motioning to her raven. This girl would do her no harm, Rhae was certain of that.

The question remained: why was this girl seemingly anxious about a conversation?