strawberry blonde ✿ newcomer

[Cosmic]

A large smile formed on Fika’s maw as she heard the young’n speak in her language, and was amazed to hear that he had learned all those languages. Where on earth did he go to school? Or more importantly, who taught him? This caught her attention and she kept her warm smile and asked,

“Välkommen till Elysium, Moomin! Varifrån kommer du?”

The bear had to have travelled so far away from his home. He must need a place to stay, nice food and rest. Well, she did have those things, but Fika herself was a terrible chef.

Feeling comfortable speaking a small bit of English, she looked back up at Moomin with her intense, bright green eyes. Some said that they were entranced by them, others seeing her high intelligence and sensitive nature through them. They do say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Perhaps it had truth to it?

Now... her voice changed ever so slightly as she nervously asked Moomin-

“Ah... you look like you could use some rest... I have a room where we both can fit until you feel okay enough to step out into the crowd? I, uh, well... ja?”

She began shuffling her paws awkwardly, self-conscious of her voice and vocabulary. Fika began to drift away into her anxiety ridden thoughts, her body tense and her limbs restless.