@kyffhausr inquired: “ I believe I’m quite overdue to pay you a visit, dear piscine.” A warm smile in regards, and he politely takes to a knee. One part mannerisms and the other to at least halve his looming height. “ And may I say your claws and gills are twice as sharp and as full as ever! In good health I presume!” // hiii hiiii it’s been ten years hiiiiii
The smile is returned in equal measure — not too much, not too little. Just the appropriate quirk of her lips, the correct angle of approach, not showing her teeth but letting the ends of her mouth creep ever closer to the mass of fine, fuzzy frills that perched over her cheeks and clouded the end of her jaw, obscuring and constructing, in equal measure, the base of her fins. Now, more than ever, it feels alien on her face, mismatched to the rest of her and improperly inhabited, like a seed that just hadn't taken root.
Of course, it is still perfect. Her sensibilities don't betray her yet, which is good, because she was trained for this and given the exact tools she would need for a situation like this. The smile is one. It isn't hers, but it is soft and warm and invokes a ray of sunshine, a beckoning warmth inviting another to lay down within it, to blanket themselves in the golden light and be consumed by it. She is a master of her craft, immaculate in all of her fine details, and when she smiles and lifts her hand for the proper greeting granted to a visiting dignitary, she fits every definition that could be leveled at her. Crown Princess Miranda Vanderbilt is something out of a dream or a fairytale, and her reputation precedes her.
"And I believe you are making up for lost time in flattery, my darling leonine." She tilts her head, nodding, agreement for the pleasantries at hand. This is not an insult — cheeky, at worst, combined with the smile to slide it towards something endearing, a sweet little if-you-know-what-I-mean whispered in the ear, the currency of her title. It's doled out, dealt well by her hand, exchanged and brokered, and she follows this dance along to every last dotted i and crossed t.
"You have good taste, and I would expect nothing less from yourself. Is that a new horn polish I spot? It catches the light rather well, and truly accentuates what you have done with your mane.
But, surely, you have not merely come by to swap fashion tips?"
