C A L L A
Yes, well, if Luci could speak he'd inform Nova he didn't much appreciate her rude approach. His ears flatten at the sight of the human's fangs, ready to duel his challenger over who's the dominant cat. Then at once he seems to grow bored, as though Nova has fallen beneath his notice. With a final hiss the cat dislodges himself from his step, slinking upwards and out of sight around the winding stair.
Which is as good as things could have gone, given how temperamental the beast can be. Relief fills Calla at the conclusion of hostilities, only to surge back swiftly enough when attention is turned to her. The blonde descends in a flurry of snow and sparkles, chill air rushing over the Keeper and setting goosebumps upon her skin. And then there's the voice, like soap bubbles in sunlight, and it's all so much, and Calla has to take a step back lest she be overwhelmed.
"I'm... Calla?" Feeling immediately stupid (obviously she knows her own name), Calla blushes fiercely before clearing her throat and trying again. "Nice to, um, to greet you, too?" Not a phrase she's immediately familiar with, but then, she doesn't spend much time among civilized society. Maybe it's a thing in the magical land of wonder and glitter where this faerie creature surely hails from.
