Oh, more new arrivals. The town seems to be a flurry of them, even after those from that one world. But these ones... Ryja is glad they have a protector already. Her own hands are full with just Dawn and Tarantulas. And yet, the suspicious way she watches everyone around her, the edge in the way she moves, neither are unfamiliar to Ryja.
She intends to introduce herself, perhaps, say hello, but then one of the little ones is running up on her own and Ryja's heart breaks a little bit because there's a version of her that remembers a young Dawn, and- Well. She's glad for her half-mask, again, for the ability to have that reaction and let it flow away. A short moment of silence, followed by leaning down with a smile.
"So long as your guardian takes no issue with it, little one." She says this, turning toward the older one, and straightens for a proper introduction. The violence in those eyes does not go unnoticed. Much like a bear, one does not touch the cubs without permission, no matter how friendly they are. "I would ill want to make her mad, after all." She even gives a little wave, ears perked. "Well met, lass."
March of the Drowned (or: You Know I Had To.)
Oh, more new arrivals. The town seems to be a flurry of them, even after those from that one world. But these ones... Ryja is glad they have a protector already. Her own hands are full with just Dawn and Tarantulas. And yet, the suspicious way she watches everyone around her, the edge in the way she moves, neither are unfamiliar to Ryja.
She intends to introduce herself, perhaps, say hello, but then one of the little ones is running up on her own and Ryja's heart breaks a little bit because there's a version of her that remembers a young Dawn, and- Well. She's glad for her half-mask, again, for the ability to have that reaction and let it flow away. A short moment of silence, followed by leaning down with a smile.
"So long as your guardian takes no issue with it, little one." She says this, turning toward the older one, and straightens for a proper introduction. The violence in those eyes does not go unnoticed. Much like a bear, one does not touch the cubs without permission, no matter how friendly they are. "I would ill want to make her mad, after all." She even gives a little wave, ears perked. "Well met, lass."