Nysadeia
Strange as it may seem
horror loses its power to frighten
horror loses its power to frighten
The kind of self-absorption Nysa engaged in was of the kind that made you oblivious to things around you. Turning vibrant surroundings into a gray blur and the existence of others into blank nothings that passed by in monotonous sameness, it took the literal blocking out of any light that could shine down upon her for the young mermaid to realize she was in the way.
"Oh!" Her little squeal of surprise was mental and vocal in equal measure. Coiling tentacles darkened into a vibrant crimson of defensive surprise as the whipped around, and she almost inked them both down, which would have been frightfully embarrassing. "You startled me!" she accused him with a hand over the heart, with a little pout she knew to be rather effective on most males. Clever eyes quickly took in the real manta wings and all the glimmering nippers he worse, and the trident poking over the shoulder. Drawing conclusions on who she was talking to, she cursed inwardly and added a fluttering little smile to perfect the image of a clueless waif - blonder than her golden hair might usually warrant.
She wanted to make an impression, and a very specific one at that.
His offer to carry the basket was very gallant, and no more than fair after making her startle like that. "Please, that's so kind of you. Mama always packs in more than necessary, I thought my arms would come off! Did I block your way? I'm terribly sorry, though at least we seem to be going the same way."
Her radiant smile seemed entirely void of thought. It was a masterpiece, if Nyssa did say so herself.
"Oh!" Her little squeal of surprise was mental and vocal in equal measure. Coiling tentacles darkened into a vibrant crimson of defensive surprise as the whipped around, and she almost inked them both down, which would have been frightfully embarrassing. "You startled me!" she accused him with a hand over the heart, with a little pout she knew to be rather effective on most males. Clever eyes quickly took in the real manta wings and all the glimmering nippers he worse, and the trident poking over the shoulder. Drawing conclusions on who she was talking to, she cursed inwardly and added a fluttering little smile to perfect the image of a clueless waif - blonder than her golden hair might usually warrant.
She wanted to make an impression, and a very specific one at that.
His offer to carry the basket was very gallant, and no more than fair after making her startle like that. "Please, that's so kind of you. Mama always packs in more than necessary, I thought my arms would come off! Did I block your way? I'm terribly sorry, though at least we seem to be going the same way."
Her radiant smile seemed entirely void of thought. It was a masterpiece, if Nyssa did say so herself.
when repeated too often
