Curiosity Kills
...and what a lovely way to go.
Nia always wonders about Melia's ears.
"Feels like they should have feathers," she murmurs. A gentle claw traces the ever-so-slightly-pointed shell. "Or just pinholes, or something."
Melia giggles, lightly and lowly both. How does she do it? Most Kevesi aren't like that, even if they do seem to capture a refined mystery counter to their bulky frames. "Must you exoticise me?"
Now a fang-flash grin. Caught out! "You did come from another world, after all." The aft peaks and dives throaty, soon suited by chuckle to match.
Wouldn't mind a beautiful, mysterious little bird nesting in her robes one bit.
Without knowing how to or not, one follows intuition.
Nia doesn't take cues from anyone but Melia, thank you very much.