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AtaxiaDelacour
Ataxia felt somewhat.. inferior, especially with the way she had to crane her neck to look up at him. She'd been doing her best job of avoiding looking at her newly gained company by watching the rhythmic crashing of the waves, but as he spoke again she found her gaze automatically trailing back to him, her sharp fangs gripping at the velveteen lower lip as she gave a faint nod of her head, not voicing any agreement though. It wasn't that she necessarily didn't want his company, she just hadn't been given time to grow comfortable with his company - a feat that would take longer for her than it would for most others.
He seemed well versed in the art of communication, and wasted no time in issuing a casual question which she found herself deeply contemplating, though a vague answer would have sufficed. Swallowing the lump that seemed to be continuously growing, her mug bore another awkward smile, as she shyly brushed the locks of her thick mane behind her perfectly angular aud. She finally couldn't take the awkward difference of height between them, and pushed off the sandy ground with her left arm, and rose to her (short) full height. Shifting her weight slightly, she looked away towards the cliff once more, her muzzle parting as her soft voice chimed, "Yes, It was only a day or so ago. A spontaneous decision.. never really chose to stay somewhere very long by my own will.." she remained looking out over the ocean, finding it to be her constant that she could seek comfort from while feeling so terribly nervous and awkward. Finding a week moment of slight confidence she stole a glance toward him, "Have you been here a long time?" a pointless question, but at least the conversation would be as one-sided.
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