With childlike wonder, Papillion regards Arduinna, taking a stick of charcoal and turning it over several times in her hands. She is quick, though, and immediately stoops to get a better angle. P-A-P-I-L-L-I-O-N. "Adam...?" Craning her neck she peers up at her fellow tall person, offering a sheepish grin as she replaces the charcoal abruptly and stands up, backing away several paces.
Papillion
Adam P.
She tried. "That work for you?" He hadn't asked, but neither had she - that just wasn't her style. Before he can answer, she's already walking away and has no intentions of fixing it if it doesn't, in fact, work for him.
At a distance, she stops again, lingering to stare at the fae with open admiration for a moment before jingling into the outskirts once more to continue her wits-gathering.
Papillion
Adam P.
She tried. "That work for you?" He hadn't asked, but neither had she - that just wasn't her style. Before he can answer, she's already walking away and has no intentions of fixing it if it doesn't, in fact, work for him.
At a distance, she stops again, lingering to stare at the fae with open admiration for a moment before jingling into the outskirts once more to continue her wits-gathering.
