She's easy to talk to, easy to approach. Versailles can already see Hearteyes weaving connections all around her, forming a web - casting to Suite, casting to Marg, casting to Beverly, to Gabe and Crownglass and Myliu. It's interesting, it's terrifying, it's something that Versailles wishes she could do. Already, gossamer threads of association are forming in the air, glinting in recognition, and she bites down on her tongue when she feels a surge of - of something rushing in her chest.

She wishes she could be more like her.

Her gaze switches back to Hearteyes' face, at her reaction to the compliment - followed by a compliment of her own. Versailles' reaction isn't too different from the other's. Almost instinctively, her free paw scuffs at the earth underneath, head ducking and ears folding back in embarrassment. Heat touches her face, along her nose - the golden speckles across the bridge of her muzzle glow very, very faintly. Under the sun, it's almost invisible. "Y - you're welcome, and thank you too."

It's a little too much for Versailles; she's quick to step back, just a little behind Suite and Margaery again, trusting the older Ascendants to show the newcomer around. She wishes she's more like Hearteyes - more like anybody else, to think about it, they're all somehow a bit more than her. Whenever her eyes close, she can almost see their connections contrasting sharply against the darkness of her lids. She takes a few steadying, dizzied breaths before walking away from the small gathering with a flick of her tail, a wordless goodbye.