“I suppose we are our own worst critics” she muses, chuckling once more. Willoughby found she liked this one. He was a good sort, she just knew it. She knew that her musings and behaviors were not popular, but the man was looking past it. He truly wanted to see what lay beneath. Anyone who did with her was a good one in her book.
The man would further go to dramatics, earning a bright smile with her eyes lit up in amusement. He swung his body away, bowing to her and she, a learned beast... Well, she lowered herself slightly, bending her front legs in a curtesy. Her wings opened, unfurling and shot upward. “I'm Willoughby, sir Atlas” she says to him now, giggling.
“Also a wanderer of these lands” she adds, having known how to curtesy properly through various practices. Reading material and performance drills aside... “and the pleasure is mine, surely, if you're willing to divulge information about them.” She was eager to learn all she could about Novus.
Straightening, she smiles. “Do you belong to a court, perhaps?”
“she speaks”
