A stranger. A strange young boy. Delya watches the creature as he approaches, a soft curiosity in her eyes. She’s young, and that’s something that she relies on. Not a woman, not a child, somewhere in between. A strange young lady to look at the strange young boy as he approaches. The boy barks, and Delya barks back. It’s reflex, and she has nothing she needs to say. Hey. Response? Call and response, right. “Hey what?” It’s not so much that she’s rude, Delya’s manners are strange ones. She’s got all sorts of things to say and no one to listen, usually. She’s a little brash, but she doesn’t particularly mind that.

And here’s the boy, speaking just as… well… Delya rolls her eyes softly, and she’s willing to play with the child if that’s what he wants. “I am me, and you look funny.” Her tail twitches, and her dark eyes focus on the child. The girl would laugh to herself, but that would be rude. Right, rude. The Technicolor dreamer doesn’t really keep track of things like that, and sometimes she slips up. He shouldn’t mind, right? Right. He shouldn’t even notice, hopefully. Not rudeness in her mind, just a reciprocation. A word for a word.

“Delya, Asteraia’s right hand. You?” Tail twitching, watching the pup with her strange gaze. Never would she let on that she can’t see out of one of her eyes, and she’s on top of things in the simplest way. She knows damn well what she’s doing when she deals with others. Diplomat, she can do this. The creature knows full well.