 The Russian dancer was exceptionally tall, long in the limbs and moving with a certain elegance. It was a silly sort of thing, but she didn’t mind. Her grace was something that came easily, and she would make that work for her. It was hard to be that ludicrously graceful and not laugh at herself. It was so okay to laugh. It was fantastic to laugh, and she’d laugh at herself all the time. That was the best part of it all, the laughter. Yes, laughter and… fantastic. Under the light of the moon, moving within the shadows and into the places that shined and… great.
Fallacy lay, and Delya made her way to… sit. It was easier to sit, but sinking beside her in the dying grass. Tail wagging gently, leaning over to lick the girl’s face softly. It’s friendly, and the dancer really doesn’t know how to um… how to interact. Physical contact is something that’s comfortable, and yet… not comfortable. Things in her mind that are always a little interesting. She’d get used to it, and she needed to. All she wanted was to feel something in her world. Feeling was different than thinking, and she was used to Alice’s game—thinking and not feeling. This… was incredibly different. Oops.
“You’re welcome… I’m uh, not much of a healer, but I figured it’d be best if you keep your strength up. Worry about getting better.” Eyes on the woman’s face, careful in the way that she interacts. Hunting was her game, not healing… but without an official healer (until recently) she’d needed to learn. In order to be an effective beta, Delya figured she’d need to learn to do it all. Her tail thumped quietly, watching Fallacy with her gentle gaze.
female – 40in – 105lbs – five – jake  |