The Fae, despite the fact that he stands in this forest, in spite of his transgression (regardless how innocent), appears to be friendly; he is swiftly swallowed by surprise. The smile she still wears travels on through her expression, creasing the brow, extending from one ear to the other, bolstering the sweet rosy apples of her cheeks. Even her eyes, so big and bright, appear to sparkle with the same good cheer. “And I’m Niambh!” The voice she owns is spirited and exciting, the words are given surely. Perhaps she hopes to reassure him, at least, the posture of her lean, leather-clad figure suggests as much. The tiny woman flutters forward, appearing almost to levitate, but pauses again after only a foot. The rabbit, she thinks, is skittish, so she answers him more tenderly, quietly, “yes Seiji, this is The Greatwood,” but adds, “…and there are more fearsome things in here than I.” The smile remains and she thinks to curtesy for him, in a show of good grace. |
Seiji
