10-21-2018, 05:55 PM
▹▹▹▹He looked... Weird. Clementine knew that it was a horrbile thing to think of someone, when she herself had so many issues surrounding her own appearance and demeanor, even at such a young age, but Valkyr was unlike anything the young, sickly serval had seen in her life. In fact, the shy, stuttering man before her reminded her of some creature in a story book, unnatural, unreal, something you weren't supposed to see with your own eyes; something that wasn't supposed to be real, like how some people claimed that ghosts, spirits, and demons weren't real. But then there he was, proof in the very flesh, an oddity amongst a crowd of relative normalcy. Was Clementine afraid? It was not fear, per say. It was intrigue, curiousity, and uncertainty all the same.
The little girl carefully took a few steps forward towards the creature as others gathered around him, very much echoing her own inner thoughts; but unlike her, theirs were not silent, they openly questioned his body and his appearance. Her gaze flickered between the man and the fruits upon the plate, and back; forth, considering. A prickly pear. It sounded exotic. Clementine was certain she had a pear once in her life- or so she thought- but this was something new. The flesh of the fruit was red and bright, something that seemed as equally dangerous as the man before them- but he wasn't dangerous, was he? "I-i'll try," she offered a little uncertainty at first as she took the last few steps towards the plate, carefully picking up a piece of the soft fruit before she retreated a few steps back. "Thank you," she offered next, taking a faint breath in. "I'm Clementine," she offered next, hesitating on the fruit still a few moments longer as she looked to the man, then to the others that had gathered before sinking her little teeth into the piece she had taken, pausing as she very carefully chews it before her eyes start to light up. "It's really good!"
The little girl carefully took a few steps forward towards the creature as others gathered around him, very much echoing her own inner thoughts; but unlike her, theirs were not silent, they openly questioned his body and his appearance. Her gaze flickered between the man and the fruits upon the plate, and back; forth, considering. A prickly pear. It sounded exotic. Clementine was certain she had a pear once in her life- or so she thought- but this was something new. The flesh of the fruit was red and bright, something that seemed as equally dangerous as the man before them- but he wasn't dangerous, was he? "I-i'll try," she offered a little uncertainty at first as she took the last few steps towards the plate, carefully picking up a piece of the soft fruit before she retreated a few steps back. "Thank you," she offered next, taking a faint breath in. "I'm Clementine," she offered next, hesitating on the fruit still a few moments longer as she looked to the man, then to the others that had gathered before sinking her little teeth into the piece she had taken, pausing as she very carefully chews it before her eyes start to light up. "It's really good!"