Iskandor held his ground as the girl closed the space between them, his expression remaining calm, though he was instantly aware of how he had no idea what to expect here. Gods, what was it his mom had said is the perfect reply to that? Oh right! “Likewise, Sericea.” The boy replied, trying to maintain an even tone and a faint smile. But she was too bold. She drew quite close, and for a moment he debated backing up—but he had learned from his father that confidence wasn’t about taking up space—it was about owning the space you were given.
“Yes, they are so… strange.” he admitted, blinking towards the marble flooring and then back to her, wondering what was really the strangest thing here. Perhaps though, he should be more friendly, more forgiving of her odd sense of personal space. A subtle wag of his tail accompanied his words as he attempted to ease up, to be more comfortable in her presence.
He paused for a moment, tilting his head as he invited her to speak further with a quickly spoken prompt. “Do you collect things? I do, I have a few trinkets I couldn’t leave behind… I’m thinking of finding a nice chunk of the rock here to take back home.” Great, he rambled.
Knight