a change of tune

Fiadh is fazed little as he studies her, bearing no shame on her end to be observed. The tenderheart did not think herself unsightly, but she did not often fall into insecurity and the other's gaze does not strike her as anything more than sizing up someone new. Even if she was not everyone's cup of tea, she was not uncomfortable in her body or self-conscious; with sprigs of hydrangeas tucked away in places where they'd stick with ease, she did sometimes indulge a sense of vanity. She'd happily decorate others with flowers if that sat still long enough, though.

His smile lures one from her in kind, the corners of her mouth dimpling gently against her cheeks - clearly pleased he responded in a friendly manner. She was a dreadfully social creature, drawn to contact with others like a moth to flame. Fiadh was not one to withhold compliments nor vet her tongue, very much of the belief that words thought should be words spoken - effusive to friends or stranger alike. While perhaps forward to the man before her, it was as casual as breathing to the small woman. If she was anything, it was forthright.

"Indeed it is - fate, as it were," Fiadh hummed, lending her words a playful edge as she followed his lead and reclined into a sit, plumy tail whisked around her petite paws. She did not balk as he crowded ever so slightly into her space, only maintaining a curious visage. He likened her freckles to stars and earned himself a tinkling laugh from her. She had never thought her freckles to resemble stars, perhaps instead closer to the speckled dots of a quail's egg. "Can't say I have; had I known the night to speak so kindly t' his stars, perhaps I would have made his acquaintance much sooner." Eyeing him expectantly, she added, "Does th' night have a name?"