OOCI don't think the Dhani smell like reptile when they're in their human form, did you check that out first? If you've never come in contact with a Dhani, then you shouldn't be able to tell that she is one. Just a heads up!Andalusia opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, her wide eyes set intently upon the man. He had completely ignored her question and remarks beforehand, and seemed to even be deliberately refusing to acknowledge her. She turned to Kalila before she could get up, and placed a warm hand upon hers, a trembling smile forming upon her lips. Her eyes, however, looked sad and disappointed. "You're just fine," she whispered, so inaudibly that it as if she had mouthed it to the woman. She gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and then let go. And just as soon as she had clasped her hands together onto her knees, with her pale legs sprawled neatly in front of her and her back stretched forward, her blood ran cold. As Stigandr began to speak to the Dhani, his words turning into a muffled heap as Andalusia's mind began to wander, the familiar feeling of insecurity overwhelmed her body, and she went stiff from the sickening sensation. Her eyes and cheeks burned, her skin stung, and her bones felt frozen solid. Her chest tightened as her heart rate sped up, yet the surge of blood felt dry and chilly. Her stomach began to churn and flutter as her mind began to race.
At a glance, she simply appeared composed and calm, preferring to stay in one position as the other two interacted. But upon more observation, it was clear that any sudden movements on her part would cause her to slip into a trembling fit. She felt outcasted and snubbed, and that alone caused a sea of delirious and nonsensical assumptions to flood the recesses of her mind. Despite her effective manner of blocking any form of emotion upon her face, involuntary flashes of worry, discomfort and paranoia would appear, although they would only occur for so long that it could be easily missed through just a blink of an eye.
"Did I say something wrong, is there something wrong with me?" Her eyes remained fixed upon the meal before them.
"Does he think I'm something else, doesn't he trust me even just a little bit, do I look bad?" The ideas raced against each other towards a finished line that they could never reach. They pulled at each other, fought with each other, and trampled on each other, which just ended up confusing the girl even more. She had her eye on the warm, delicious bread. It had always been a special treat to have during her meals, but she usually didn't have the time or coin to purchase such a decent loaf as the one Kalila had brought with her. Baked goods and pastries were her absolute weakness, and even in her troubled state, her hands itched to grab at the baked roll. She wanted to dig her fingers into the crust, still crisp and warm, and hear it break from the pressure. The sweet and homey scent, coupled with the calming color of golden brown, had always been the reasons why Andalusia could not simply take her eyes off the tempting mounds of bread being sold at the Castle Commons. She wanted a closet full of them, to have and eat every single day. When she was still living at Zeltiva with her father and uncle, their home had always smelled of freshly baked bread, as her uncle was very much into baking, as well as having shared with her the love of baked goods.
"Maybe I'm ugly," she thought, chuckling silently to herself,
"I haven't looked in a mirror in a long while." A light breeze tossed strands of her hair to the side, and she suddenly felt the urge to fix herself up and view her reflection. Too preoccupied with her own thoughts, her eyes did not flinch as a tanned, masculine hand reached out to grab an apple out of the little pile. They had stopped talking, and silence had clouded their mouths. Perhaps it was due to shyness, or in lack of conversational topics. She leered at the man subtley as he turned to glance at Howlite and Dante, who had just finished another round of tag. The Leopardbred had his head down to the grass, nibbling at the delicious green blades, his long ivory tail flicking and tossing happily. Dante lay behind the horse with his back upon the ground, his tongue out and panting. The Luvanor was playfully batting his paws at Howlite's dancing tail. Andalusia smiled softly at the endearing sight, her eyes darting back to the food before the stranger could notice her. Her mind wandered once more, but no longer to her insecurities, although a faint sense of it remained in the tightness of her chest. She was desperately wanting to have some of the bread. Her head slowly turned to face Kalila as she spoke, "may I please have some?" Her finger shot out to point at the warm loaf, almost eagerly. Her body was still stiff, however, and she could not even move her head without shaking anxiously.