torren [★] cliché

[suvi.]

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | medic —

Cheeks warmed briefly, finally conscious of the intense eyes on her.  She practiced her skills alone most often, her confidence low with no interest in showing off in any sort of way.  Especially when the strain led to a paw disappearing, or her ear briefly phasing out of the corporal reality it belonged to.  Luckily, the tom kept talking, his formal manner of speech catching her further off-guard.

Eventually she paused, a startled laugh escaping her maw.  "L-lady?  N-no... K-Kiira's just fine, Torren."  Lady reminded her too much of princess.  What's in a title?  Not mine.  Suvi's.  I am Suvi.  Ś̕͞t͘͢ơ͜͠p̴̴.  "… M-my full name is S-Suvi Kiira Ó Faoláin " It seemed right he know that.  Politely he'd given his full name, although it was much shorter than hers now.  "But i-it's just Kiira a-around here."

"I-it's lovely to meet you too."

Oh that might be it.  Her eyes brightened as she followed his gaze, "w-well it m-makes sense to me."  Kiira preferred organizing books by genre and author, though she imagined plenty of other methods existed.  With a happy hum she read over the nearest titles then pushed it in-between two other books.  "G-good eye."

Finally, the vixen found herself able to study the young wildcat.  He seemed somewhere about her age, with an usually polite demeanor, though she hardly minded.  His willingness to immediately offer help despite unfamiliarity in a new place made her smile, recognizing a kind soul.  He must be new too and she wondered how long ago he joined Tanglewood.

But Kiira felt drawn towards the outside, to the sky she knew was now dark.  If the weather had held the stars would be bright and perfect.  Should invite him since he's been kind.  W̢͡͠h͘͠͏y҉͟ ̨͞͏b̷̀͞ơ͢͢t͝͞h̡̛́͏e̶͢r̵̷͢͡?̶͏  "I-I um... I'm g-going outside to stargaze, Torren.  W-would you like to as well?"

— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —