Camilla
"Exactly. How could we ever impose on them in such a way?" She giggles, the sound soft and girlish, causing dimples to appear in her cheeks as she tips her head to the side. Camilla wasn't bothered by the Fae. Their temperament was something that Camilla had grown used to having lived in their presence her entire life.
Honey brown eyes track the movement of her hand, noting the way it smooths over her belly, flattening the fabric to the slight curve of her stomach before she's spreading the skirt of her dress. Her attention is drawn then to the embroidery as Hotaru mentions the fact that it was all done by hand. It draws a soft hum from her lips and she doesn't turn down the opprotunity to examine the work closer. With great care, the Abandoned reaches for the fabric, lightly tracing fingertips over each stich. "Of course. How could I not compliment such lovely work?" She replies, voice dipping slightly into a murmur as she glances back up at her, lips twitching into an almost playful smirk.
Camilla straightens, shoulders rolling back proudly, "I thought you were new. I've seen you there before." There were plenty of opportunities for people watching and while humans weren't incredibly uncommon anymore in the Sea of Branches, it would have been hard not to notice her. "I dabble in the art of creation." Those who knew what it was to have creation magic would put it together quickly. "I trade those items among others. Dresses, supplies, weapons... That kind of thing." She shrugs her shoulders daintily, that flush deepening slightly on her cheeks as she attempts to downplay what it is she actually does.
Honey brown eyes track the movement of her hand, noting the way it smooths over her belly, flattening the fabric to the slight curve of her stomach before she's spreading the skirt of her dress. Her attention is drawn then to the embroidery as Hotaru mentions the fact that it was all done by hand. It draws a soft hum from her lips and she doesn't turn down the opprotunity to examine the work closer. With great care, the Abandoned reaches for the fabric, lightly tracing fingertips over each stich. "Of course. How could I not compliment such lovely work?" She replies, voice dipping slightly into a murmur as she glances back up at her, lips twitching into an almost playful smirk.
Camilla straightens, shoulders rolling back proudly, "I thought you were new. I've seen you there before." There were plenty of opportunities for people watching and while humans weren't incredibly uncommon anymore in the Sea of Branches, it would have been hard not to notice her. "I dabble in the art of creation." Those who knew what it was to have creation magic would put it together quickly. "I trade those items among others. Dresses, supplies, weapons... That kind of thing." She shrugs her shoulders daintily, that flush deepening slightly on her cheeks as she attempts to downplay what it is she actually does.
Please don't be in love with someone else
Please don't have somebody waiting for you
Please don't have somebody waiting for you
