taking steps is easy; standing still is hard

He... he was... laughing! At her! Her face flushed and she tucked her head back a little, indignation crossing her features. She was a princess. Not a laughing stock... right? She shuffled her pause with unease, still seeking out his gaze and finally finding it as her own eyes evened out their sight in the dim. She could just barely see his eyes but she could now tell that they were colored with the same hue as her mother's. This was a little comforting for her but she tried not to let her confident demeanor fall, even when he spoke up to tease her.



Aegira blinked rapidly to clear the remaining excess moisture from her gaze, rolling her eyes and shifting with continued unease. "Just some dust and spiderwebs," she retorted. This time, since she was paying attention, she heard his paws and was overwhelmed a little more by his scent. Despite his approach, she stood tall, taking a deep breath. It was then that the woman noticed something and she felt herself relax a little as curiosity came over her. "I think I'm crazy 'cause you look kinda... purple?" It was so faint that she felt stupid saying anything about it--it was already difficult enough to see him but she could swear that it was more than black where he was. Heck, maybe she was a little batty.