Eda goes pink and Rue delights in the reaction. Though it's impossible to smile with a beak, that joy is absolutely reflected in the owlbear's large, dark eyes. Even if being social and gregarious was something they were molded to be by their Court, Rue genuinely finds true pleasure in social settings, flitting from person to person and dipping into conversation as they please.
But to meet someone so real is an even greater gift. So much of the fey courts is half-truths and loopholes and ploys for power. But Eda just feels genuine. Her soft blush isn't a means to manipulate or sway Rue to their side. It's simply how they feel.
How wonderful.]
Then I shall take my good luck where I can get it. [a small beat, just a slight pause as Rue delicately runs a clawed hand down the front of their voluminous skirts, smoothing out the expensive fabric there.] Since you are so familiar with this place, would you mind taking me to where I am meant to go?
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Eda goes pink and Rue delights in the reaction. Though it's impossible to smile with a beak, that joy is absolutely reflected in the owlbear's large, dark eyes. Even if being social and gregarious was something they were molded to be by their Court, Rue genuinely finds true pleasure in social settings, flitting from person to person and dipping into conversation as they please.
But to meet someone so real is an even greater gift. So much of the fey courts is half-truths and loopholes and ploys for power. But Eda just feels genuine. Her soft blush isn't a means to manipulate or sway Rue to their side. It's simply how they feel.
How wonderful.]
Then I shall take my good luck where I can get it. [a small beat, just a slight pause as Rue delicately runs a clawed hand down the front of their voluminous skirts, smoothing out the expensive fabric there.] Since you are so familiar with this place, would you mind taking me to where I am meant to go?