(Gela makes a noise in agreement, a little ascending hum in her throat and looks when the sun glints off his gauntlet, flashing a bit of orange light onto the post she was hanging off of moments before. When he offers and extends his hand she smiles properly, warmth a bloom in her chest. An unexpected kindness; she turns for him, so he can see what he's doing better.
From this angle, hair drawn back, the ear with a notch missing from it (the left one) is more plain.)
Thank you.
(This is throwing her off, too, albeit in a much nicer way.)
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From this angle, hair drawn back, the ear with a notch missing from it (the left one) is more plain.)
Thank you.
(This is throwing her off, too, albeit in a much nicer way.)