Delphine
Delphine bit her lip. She'd wanted to enroll under Zariah, and the woman had not been keen. But... whoever took over now, might let her. She couldn't focus on that, seeking out what would happen with the Academy, who would run it, and whether she could get enrolled when she saw him fail to smile.
He held his arms out for her books, and began talking about apologies, and she furrowed her brow as she slipped the books into his grasp, carefully. Her features were neutral, as he explained, and then she stated, rather seriously, "I'm glad you're the cat. I wouldn't have known how to explain how I let some strange shifter snuggle up to me. You don't strike me as the sharing type." Her lips curved slightly, before the smile faded. Because what that really meant...
"I don't... think you should apologize for listening to things I should have been telling you from the beginning." She sounded uncomfortable, though, because she was. It was a hundred times easier to tell that cat her feelings than to look Noah in the eyes and try to express herself. Probably because Delphine sucked at talking, music and painting had always been her chosen ways to express her feelings.
After a moment of brief silence, the woman suddenly asked: "Where's your reindeer? Do you still have it? I... Back home shifters..." ...were just one animal.
He held his arms out for her books, and began talking about apologies, and she furrowed her brow as she slipped the books into his grasp, carefully. Her features were neutral, as he explained, and then she stated, rather seriously, "I'm glad you're the cat. I wouldn't have known how to explain how I let some strange shifter snuggle up to me. You don't strike me as the sharing type." Her lips curved slightly, before the smile faded. Because what that really meant...
"I don't... think you should apologize for listening to things I should have been telling you from the beginning." She sounded uncomfortable, though, because she was. It was a hundred times easier to tell that cat her feelings than to look Noah in the eyes and try to express herself. Probably because Delphine sucked at talking, music and painting had always been her chosen ways to express her feelings.
After a moment of brief silence, the woman suddenly asked: "Where's your reindeer? Do you still have it? I... Back home shifters..." ...were just one animal.
Let me make you smile, darling.
