( that moment of silence feels, to her, so interminably long that she has to fight the instinctive urge to try to draw the question back. to apologize or make up some lame excuse before ultimately fleeing. except then he finally speaks and somehow she feels both more and less ridiculous all at once.
cheeks shading to pink, she ducks her head with a rueful chuckle, or own antlered crown shifting as she does. )
No, of course not. ( except she doesn't sound any more convincing then she looks when she finally meets his stare again. her own gaze just a little too wide. ) Only...he did sound very convincing. ( and as strange as things seem around here, faeries don't seem entirely unlikely. )
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cheeks shading to pink, she ducks her head with a rueful chuckle, or own antlered crown shifting as she does. )
No, of course not. ( except she doesn't sound any more convincing then she looks when she finally meets his stare again. her own gaze just a little too wide. ) Only...he did sound very convincing. ( and as strange as things seem around here, faeries don't seem entirely unlikely. )