"He is my starter, yes. A very young pokemon, I'm told."
She breaks eye contact finally, to kneel down and pick Remy up. He's less scared with the larger pokemon gone, but still unnerved, and Naeva knows the small pokemon likes to be held closer to eye level while people are talking. For that moment, then, her entire demeanor softens--she clearly cares deeply for her pokemon, and the feeling seems to be mutual, given how Remy nestles himself into her shoulder.
When she looks back up, the light catches her eyes again, and they gleam like any wolfs' eyes would in the dark. Slitted pupils and a slight lisp caused by her reappeared fangs are also more noticeable as the conversation goes on, but Naeva doesn't much care what conclusion other people come to--she's never hid what she is. She's only been otherwise these last few weeks, after all.
"What is your name?" He had not volunteered it but she's not about to let him out of an equal exchange, here.
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She breaks eye contact finally, to kneel down and pick Remy up. He's less scared with the larger pokemon gone, but still unnerved, and Naeva knows the small pokemon likes to be held closer to eye level while people are talking. For that moment, then, her entire demeanor softens--she clearly cares deeply for her pokemon, and the feeling seems to be mutual, given how Remy nestles himself into her shoulder.
When she looks back up, the light catches her eyes again, and they gleam like any wolfs' eyes would in the dark. Slitted pupils and a slight lisp caused by her reappeared fangs are also more noticeable as the conversation goes on, but Naeva doesn't much care what conclusion other people come to--she's never hid what she is. She's only been otherwise these last few weeks, after all.
"What is your name?" He had not volunteered it but she's not about to let him out of an equal exchange, here.