A modest one. Young, too, which could explain much of it, perhaps. Simmaeri herself fails to startle, but simply turns, gliding away from the open door to give the poor thing her privacy, giving her the time she needed.
There had been worse first impressions in Simmaeri's time; more than once, it was she who was dropped in on unawares. Though never so bashful, Simmaeri could understand the offense. She would apologize, given the chance. But for now? Space. Time to give the main living area a second glance-over of a very passing regard. A living, speaking person was far more interesting, after all.
She hummed quietly to herself, a ponderous tone on a plodding melody. Her head tilted as she took stock of an interestingly-shaped pole. The light emanated with no flames, much like the ones outdoors. A strange technology. Strange, but not bad.
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A modest one. Young, too, which could explain much of it, perhaps. Simmaeri herself fails to startle, but simply turns, gliding away from the open door to give the poor thing her privacy, giving her the time she needed.
There had been worse first impressions in Simmaeri's time; more than once, it was she who was dropped in on unawares. Though never so bashful, Simmaeri could understand the offense. She would apologize, given the chance. But for now? Space. Time to give the main living area a second glance-over of a very passing regard. A living, speaking person was far more interesting, after all.
She hummed quietly to herself, a ponderous tone on a plodding melody. Her head tilted as she took stock of an interestingly-shaped pole. The light emanated with no flames, much like the ones outdoors. A strange technology. Strange, but not bad.