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| Mairianne
| Gender: Female
| Age: 18
| Mythical Creature: Griffin
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Mairianne paused as Kyle was opening the door to grab out a scarf from the drawer full of gloves, scarves, and hats next to the door for such occasions at this, throwing it over her head as the cold air sent chills through her the moment the door was thrown open. It got cold there quickly, especially at night. When Kyle released her hand, she stopped by the door to more thoroughly tuck the knitted scarf around her neck, the skin there already puckered a bit with goosebumps.
"Still adorable," Mairianne said softly into the folds of the scarf warming up to her body heat around her, not willing that the playing Kyle hear her words, but frustrated enough by his cuteness relative to her own that she felt she must express her jealousy somehow aloud. The wind had heard her, thus she felt better already.
Tearing her gaze from Kyle, she glanced about the landscape, her natural instincts of hiding her true form from humans kicking in a moment, along with the inherit lookout for danger system thing almost all animals had. There was nothing that could possibly harm them up there, in that clearing especially with all the enchantments set up, but she let her instincts have their fill of making her feel safe because... she was stalling from the moment she wanted, just a moment. 'While Kyle finishes his snow angel,' she told herself, though she subconsciously also chided herself brutally, 'excuses, excuses!'
Returning her gaze to the child making a snow angel -although most of her attention didn't need to be prodded in his direction, having been upon him nearly the entire day - she detached from the doorway and less trumped than glided over to stand near his closest 'angel wing', quirking a playful eyebrow down at Kyle as she inquired, "Having fun there?" A smile at his adorably childish behavior struggled with one of her sarcasm upon her lips, and both against her rationale of distancing herself from him.
Mairianne resisted the urge to chew upon the inside of her lip after her question, unsure of the view he had of her from his perspective below. One was never supposed to take pictures from below since it supposedly accentuated imperfections, so did that apply here? Mentally going over what she was wearing and imagining herself from his point of view, her conclusion wasn't extremely reassuring, but... she
guessed she looked okay.
Her hair was a tussled mess, but that wasn't a surprise and it never really looked so bad, so she could maybe trust that to be fine. The deep plum purple scarf about her neck would cover her mouth from his perspective, maybe her nose, which would be good, and it matched fairly well with her long-sleeved, long black top that hung low over her burgundy-red colored jeans, paired with short black boots. From below... would her stomach show?? No, the shirt was likely long enough; she certainly hoped so. Mairianne also hoped, probably more than anything else she'd ever hoped before, that the perspective would make her slimmer hips look about the same as her wide shoulders. She had such terribly broad shoulders in her human form... thanks to her broad shoulders in her true form, which was actually considered beautiful- but it didn't really help her in this form, the form she would of course share with the guy she liked. Life was so unfair that way.
Mairianne leaned her weight onto one foot out of nervousness, taking to clutching the scarf's circles around her neck to give fidgeting fingers something to do, whilst her arms tucked themselves close to her side, hopefully hiding a bit of her chest's bust size, a little too large in her own opinion. Her smile that had been straining between reaction and response already, grew more nervous, a more sideways tug, accompanied with a more wide-eyed anxiety in her expression.
So nervous, I hate this, so, so nervous. Is it always going to be like this, because that would seriously suck.
