07-22-2018, 11:18 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Is it really so strange for Imperia to be so innocent? Maybe if she was younger, it should not. But out of all the young people in the Ascendants, the young she-wolf is among the oldest, if not the oldest. Most children are exposed to more...grown up concepts once they reach adolescence. Usually it begins with the mischievous children with the least strict parents who eagerly soak up all the taboo knowledge they can before spreading it through the other youths. Peri never got that opportunity. The children in her pack did not accept her as one of their own so she kept to herself, spending her days with her mother or reading whatever romance novel came her way. She is most fond of fantasy; princes and princesses and knights in shining armor. Her favorites are the ones where heroines grow and develop from needing to be saved to empowering themselves and learning how to save others.
The girl listens to Moon’s response with obvious interest. She is surprised that he would sooner give up a paw than an eye, and even more so if he deigned to explain his reasoning. Imperia probably would have to admit that he'd look just fine in an eye patch. Cool, even. Like a sea prince. "Interesting...Though, I'd rather lose an eye. I like to explore--that's be much harder if I was down a leg." Plus, she is a runner. She runs out of necessity, but also because she enjoys it. Peri likes how the wind tugs at her fur and the pleasant fatigue after sprinting for miles. It is one of the few physical activities that she is good at. Imperia was not planning on bringing up her personal answer to the Would You Rather question, but it was a good distraction from the distress she feels from looking at Moonmade's paw. She is doing her best not to lecture him about it's improper care, but given that they are both trapped in a room together, her resolve is bound to fail sooner or later.
Her eyes seem to sparkle at the mention of Roman. Anyone unfamiliar with her behavior might think she has a crush, which is entirely plausible given her daddy issues; but, in truth, she admires his medical knowledge. "It's possible," she replies, sounding a bit too enthusiastic about the prospect of an amputation. "Maybe he'll teach me how to do it? He is so smart." Yeah, maybe she does have a crush. But it's childish and sweet, like a student in an unrequited love with her teacher. Peri is also just a nerd. She absolutely loves to learn new things, and the more knowledge one has to offer to her, the more she likes them. It's easy for one so romantically inexperienced as she to confuse admiration with romance.
By now, Imperia seems to be warming up to Moon. She is still a bit shy and only occasionally meets his gaze, but her expression is open and honest. She seems to radiate a warmth, a pleasantness. Although she definitely praises the Maker that blushes cannot color through her fur when the lion brushes his shoulder against hers. The dainty she-wolf is unsure if she is just unused to touching others or if she is still feeling claustrophobic or if it's something else entirely... Whatever the cause, it takes a moment for Peri to recover. It doesn't help, because Moon does a pretty good job convincing Peri that he is offended. "No, no, I don't mean that as an insult--I mean I guess you're tasty? I--" she stops, extremely flustered, and glances up at the male with a faint frown. "You're teasing me." Imperia says this more for herself than for him, and immediately covers her face with her paws. Ugh, so embarrassing.
The girl listens to Moon’s response with obvious interest. She is surprised that he would sooner give up a paw than an eye, and even more so if he deigned to explain his reasoning. Imperia probably would have to admit that he'd look just fine in an eye patch. Cool, even. Like a sea prince. "Interesting...Though, I'd rather lose an eye. I like to explore--that's be much harder if I was down a leg." Plus, she is a runner. She runs out of necessity, but also because she enjoys it. Peri likes how the wind tugs at her fur and the pleasant fatigue after sprinting for miles. It is one of the few physical activities that she is good at. Imperia was not planning on bringing up her personal answer to the Would You Rather question, but it was a good distraction from the distress she feels from looking at Moonmade's paw. She is doing her best not to lecture him about it's improper care, but given that they are both trapped in a room together, her resolve is bound to fail sooner or later.
Her eyes seem to sparkle at the mention of Roman. Anyone unfamiliar with her behavior might think she has a crush, which is entirely plausible given her daddy issues; but, in truth, she admires his medical knowledge. "It's possible," she replies, sounding a bit too enthusiastic about the prospect of an amputation. "Maybe he'll teach me how to do it? He is so smart." Yeah, maybe she does have a crush. But it's childish and sweet, like a student in an unrequited love with her teacher. Peri is also just a nerd. She absolutely loves to learn new things, and the more knowledge one has to offer to her, the more she likes them. It's easy for one so romantically inexperienced as she to confuse admiration with romance.
By now, Imperia seems to be warming up to Moon. She is still a bit shy and only occasionally meets his gaze, but her expression is open and honest. She seems to radiate a warmth, a pleasantness. Although she definitely praises the Maker that blushes cannot color through her fur when the lion brushes his shoulder against hers. The dainty she-wolf is unsure if she is just unused to touching others or if she is still feeling claustrophobic or if it's something else entirely... Whatever the cause, it takes a moment for Peri to recover. It doesn't help, because Moon does a pretty good job convincing Peri that he is offended. "No, no, I don't mean that as an insult--I mean I guess you're tasty? I--" she stops, extremely flustered, and glances up at the male with a faint frown. "You're teasing me." Imperia says this more for herself than for him, and immediately covers her face with her paws. Ugh, so embarrassing.