( to an extent she is not inclined to delve into other people's privacy, or be overly concerned for fellow adults: aside from those she is, and at present, that desire to know that all those she's familiar with, that she knows of and cares for to whatever extent, are okay—it brushes past hesitations she'd have in being more polite or formal, particularly to someone who was more her shidi's friend (from her remembered past; there are depths of changes there that, worlds aside, she does not know) than someone ushered underwing for her to flutter at in concern.
she doesn't even have wings right now, just an immensity of form that she tried to contort into something smaller and less imposing when she comes across those she cares about, or those she doesn't know, but who need grounding of another kind. thus she's glad for things like spoken commands making the tiny phone device work, or else she'd be truly at wits end. )
voice | during feral week
she doesn't even have wings right now, just an immensity of form that she tried to contort into something smaller and less imposing when she comes across those she cares about, or those she doesn't know, but who need grounding of another kind. thus she's glad for things like spoken commands making the tiny phone device work, or else she'd be truly at wits end. )
Nie-ergongzi? How are you faring?