[ she reads the incredulity in his expression no matter how bad she is at discerning any other emotion. tieflings know fear, disgust. that is a generational knowledge.
those dark, lambent eyes watch him keenly; she waits on tenterhooks for him to recoil. she has seen no other tieflings here. none but humans. he will recoil.
and he does—but only to gesture her into the room. that very real tail lashes behind her. to turn her back on him now would be idiocy. so, when Sprezzatura steps forward, it's with the aura of a deeply mistrustful cat...
... and in her hand, she grips a fire poker she evidently armed herself with before his arrival. ]
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those dark, lambent eyes watch him keenly; she waits on tenterhooks for him to recoil. she has seen no other tieflings here. none but humans. he will recoil.
and he does—but only to gesture her into the room. that very real tail lashes behind her. to turn her back on him now would be idiocy. so, when Sprezzatura steps forward, it's with the aura of a deeply mistrustful cat...
... and in her hand, she grips a fire poker she evidently armed herself with before his arrival. ]