Little Red Corvette

N/A · 07-07-2014, 04:35 PM

The man was on his feet in seconds, though his greeting polite. He would approach, his neck stretching in her direction. His concern echoed in her skull, stretching her smile a bit further. She would recline on her haunches, favoring her right limb a bit more than the rest. "I will be." She would settle in, trying to get comfortable, though her body still screamed for rest. "I'm Sibelle, and you'll have to excuse my disheveled appearance." She would chuckle quietly, more to herself than anyone. This was probably the worst time to be making friends, or meeting anyone new. And yet here she was, battered and bruised, meeting a rather handsome young man. Her plume would curl around herself, resting over her broken toe. Verdant gaze would casually sweep over his dark frame, unable to help herself. Sleep tugged at her mind, but she fought it back, wanting to get to know this man a little bit more. They had only just met and he was obviously curious about her injuries and wanting to know that she was alright. It was refreshing after the heat of battle.

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