A soft smile settled onto her features, a bit relieved to see she wasn’t the only one blushing { though it was her blush that had brought it about }. She laughed again at his words, relishing the feeling of comfort that exuded from the stranger.
Her smile widened at his introduction, and she cheerfully accepted his outstretched hand. Her small hand was absolutely engulfed by his bigger one, which only made the already petite girl seem smaller.
“O-oh, right! Woops.” Another giggle left her lips, “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Arrior. My name’s Polka Coda.”
Tiz was surprised, she didn’t seem so small before, his large hands enveloping hers, another wrapping over the top, head cocking to the side with that widened smile. He was glad, it seemed, that he had made a good first impression. She was, herself rather sweet, voice soft, but sweet, the little tinkling of laughter making him feel welcomed, trusted, even if he had no need for either of these things.
Please, call me Tiz, it’s nice
to meet you as well, Miss
Coda.”
Basic manners, but there was something about it that was endearing. Almost as-if it shouldn’t have to be a necessary following, yet was. Which was fine, as a simple sheep herder, he was far from the most cultured or well-mannered man, but he tried his best to be respectful.
for your help, it was
much appreciated.”
And his smile told it was the truth. Glancing to her basket, then to her face once more. Perhaps he should offer to help her? Though how would one react if a stranger you just met ( true, she was laughing and, he assumed, comfortable around him ) offered to do something for you? It may appear suspicious, and he felt himself begin to fumble at his words. He simply wished to help her, it should not take conviction to ask such things, yet it did as he swallowed back flem in his throat.
There is a little laugh, melting tensions from his shoulders as his hand pulls away, going once more to scratch at the back of his head.
least I could do, you did save
my laundry, after all.”