@perthou (x)
The little god’s eyes flick up-- they’re such a shade of dark, dark, dark green, so dark they could seem black. She startles easily-- ends up taking one step back, a huge one, and then her fingers, clawed at their ends, wander to grasp the hem of her shirt tightly. Her little knuckles turn white with the force of it. Her mouth opens-- she stares up in this quiet wonder of some sort, her eyebrows risen high, high, high into messy, dark hair.
Her mouth breaks, then, into a slight smile and it exposes her tiny, tiny, tiny, kittenish teeth, sharp and long. It’s half a smile, anyway, that’s just sort of trying to present as a smile because the child, confused, is unsure how to react. She hesitantly offers a hand, beckoning that it be taken-- she has not yet learned to be careful of her claws, but she is trying. Long, sharp little nails that draw blood when she squeezes too tight.
