CONT. (*) @sanguised
this stranger would perhaps be the last person she’d seek a reality-check in… but given her… peculiar situation, the alien girl can’t afford to be pickier. though despite the mischievous grin pulling at his lips, he doesn’t seem to be toying with her. (apart from his less than entertaining ‘theories’ about their luck and futures.) still, his finely constructed choice of words bring some semblance of comfort, or rather re-assurance (—) seeing as this all being a dream would probably be the better choice.
honeybee takes in a breath, steadying her shoulders and rising to her full height, properly surveying her surroundings now knowing it’s no illusion. she surveys her new… friend, as well. though they both share pointed ears, his skin is stark white and pale compared to her neon hue. his attire is very old-fashioned (people on her earth didn’t wear clothes like that unless they were in a play or they were pretending to be part of the past…) and the mannerisms of his speech, as performative as they were, don’t appear to be mere show.
unsure how to progress, she says: “ okay, (...) are you an… elf then? “ her head tilts as she goes to point to her own pointed ear, her head snapping back up a moment later with wide eyes: “ i-i hope that’s not rude to ask! i, just, uhm… “
