Day 09 - Meet Cute

Meeting others in Fiora's group had been...different.

Well, if one wished to make a narrow stroke. In truth, meeting absolutely anyone else across all of Bionis and Mechonis had been different.

No other person, man or woman or otherwise, seemed so easily - effortlessly! - to practically light up the entire surrounding area with electricity and verve. Melia couldn't even imagine what it would be like to be inside with her; though, High Entia chambers and vestments were much more conducive to being well-lit than dark Homs homes and fabrics in general.

That was what she had always been told, anyway. Perhaps it was reductive, or perhaps it was a touch bigoted. Regardless, Melia couldn't imagine Fiora being anything but absolutely bright even without the Machina armour.

Fiora's voice was clanging chimes, ringing across that impossible gulf between half-and-half and half-and-half.

And now she was to reach out her hand, and...

Meeting boys was different.

Okay, scratch that. Meeting anyone other than Melia was different.

No one else could be as, well, perfect as she was. Every curl of her hair, every little twitch of her nose - oh, and those darling headwings! - was perfectly unique and perfectly measured to the bubble in which she seemed to reside, pale pink and obviously impermeable even as it hung less broadly than a Flier wing thick.

Melia looked to be hanging onto her every word. It wasn't that no one had ever done that before, but to think that the princess of the High Entia was doing it, straight off...!

Of course Fiora was going to say hello. Of course she was always the first one to say hello. Boys, girls, whoever. It was an important responsibility, being the outgoing, cheery one!

And now she was to take that astoundingly strong, delicate hand, and...