Lev/Lyubov is leaning on a railing, smoking and staring into the distance; the day is overcast, gloomy. Behind the thick glasses frames, her eyes glow faintly in the low light.
On hearing Goldenglow's footsteps, she turns and smiles, sizing up the girl — she looks like she might be a very odd nefil; or perhaps she's to cats what gamayun are to birds. Either way, in a sea of people disoncertingly free of eyespots, feathers, extra limbs or indeed any common visible starborn traits, someone what looks a little less off-the-rack is a welcome sight.
"A good morning to thee," she chirps. "New here too, nu?"
1. She whispers when the sails ascend
Lev/Lyubov is leaning on a railing, smoking and staring into the distance; the day is overcast, gloomy. Behind the thick glasses frames, her eyes glow faintly in the low light.
On hearing Goldenglow's footsteps, she turns and smiles, sizing up the girl — she looks like she might be a very odd nefil; or perhaps she's to cats what gamayun are to birds. Either way, in a sea of people disoncertingly free of eyespots, feathers, extra limbs or indeed any common visible starborn traits, someone what looks a little less off-the-rack is a welcome sight.
"A good morning to thee," she chirps. "New here too, nu?"