It isn't envy that ruffles his feathers...is it awe?
Unhurried the man removes himself from lounging atop the bed of flowers, and impatiently does Lorroakan move to step forward so he may gather them. But the man only remains to become odder—pressing into Roa's personal bubble, causing him to sink back into himself like a cat unsure.
Pretty. Roa's withers rise, and suddenly his face feels ten degrees warmer. The man is charming, certainly, but Roa is hardly used to so much attention! He...is unsure of how to handle the slew of compliments this man carries in his pockets.
Paws shifts with discomfort, his head falling as he sniffles.
Don't worry, it's not contagious! Asthma, is all.Carefully, he slinks past to gingerly begin picking the herbs, one ear cupped backward to face the fool.
With a mouthful of stems, he mumbles;
My name is Lorroakan. And you must be...?
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