VOICETESTING

[palewanderer]

[ there is a girl staring intently at your face.

or... well. the amount of girlhood is debatable. if you're the ordinary sort, with no magical powers or senses and about the average amount of impure thoughts... yes, she's just a girl. a wild-eyed girl who looks like she desperately needs to be introduced to a hairbrush, but just a girl. those with magic senses or a pure heart, however, can see the glittering horns branching up and out through that wild hair, and the fur and scales decorating the sides of her face and the rest of her body.

she continues her wide-eyed and unfocused perusal of your face for several more seconds, and then huffs a disgruntled breath out through her nose, like you've personally disappointed her.

(unless you happen to be (a) Link, in which case: you are getting your face touched by clawed hands as her eyes somehow go even wider. you may not want to resist! those talons are impressive!) ]

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[historicallyloaded]

[ He cants his head, mirroring her again unwittingly but for a different reason; to better see the sliver of the hilt peaking over her shoulder. Even for as scatterbrained and in his own head as Brickston could be, The Hero Link—and his legendary weaponry—was a well known name and face by all. That— that isn't...?

More alarmingly she reaches up to pull something seemingly out of thin air, or maybe something fallen that she caught with reflexes that would make any Sheikah blush. He flinches and recoils, albeit not as dramatically as before. ]

Oh... this— [ He brushes some wayward bangs out of his face and leans forward, eye wide with awe. It looks like a star fragment but more like a shard. Without any consideration that it or she might harm him he holds his hands out cupped, like a child gently accepting a treat or precious gift.

More than that, when he dares to lift his gaze and regard her again the milky blue-green golden glow casts an illuminating radius, revealing those ghostly visages again a little more clearly to him this close; her more draconic eyes and face, the horns, her ears, her... true form?

He freezes still, hands still held out but feeling more like it's in prayer. The wide look in his eye teeters between awe and hope and fear and confusion as he's realizing he's being visited by something else entirely. His knees feel weak. He's delivering notes and knowledge, what did he do to deserve this? His voice trembles. ]

I'm... am I dreaming?

[palewanderer]

[ while her smile stays a more than a little vague and the multicolored swirl of her eyes isn't the most readable, her ears flutter with something like mischief as she places the shard in his hands. he can see, now, that the hazy blue-green matches the horns branching from her head— or the spikes along her tail, which swishes lazily behind her.

the shard is warm to the touch, like the gentle brush of sunlight on a brisk day. also very sharp along the craggier edges... though he'll find any cuts gained by testing those edges will heal rapidly. ]

You are awake. [ a pause, and then her demeanor shifts away from amusement as her brow furrows. ] ...I don't mean you harm.

[ he is one of hers. hers to protect, hers to safeguard. awe is acceptable; fear is not. ]