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Skyra shuddered a bit when Sepia touched her ears. No lying, she definitely enjoyed the attention to her most strikingly Faunus part. The other piece of her body that had "animal features" were her teeth. Though normally not really obvious, she did have, compared to the average human, pretty long canines. But, as mentioned, they were not really visible very often.
Still, Skyra loved her reputation as the tough girl back home and the one who only seldom showed any kind of "girly" emotion. Sure, she could, theoretically, open up a lot now, but why would she? She absolutely adored it when others respected her because of her apparently made out of iron, but on the flipside it didn't earn her a lot of friends. During her time at her previous school, she was almost always lonely, her Faunus heritage didn't exactly help either.
Maybe all of the latter reasons made her unconsciously purr for a bit until she noticed and deeply embarrassed quickened her steps.
"Yea, that should be it. Different water, different air and all that, too."
To be completely honest, it felt very good to be appreciated for something she sometimes saw as some kind of curse. During most of her childhood, her ears were not only just a nuisance, but made her eat dirt a couple of times, literally. Such racial bullying made her reconsider her choice of violence, for some of those who had attacked her, this was more than just bad news.
At the soft age of 12, she had become a murderer, accidentally, but she still had killed somebody. Until today, this made the once very cheerful Skyra a dark person at times. She never told anybody she knew.
Recently, though, her old personality managed to slip past her facade of bricks, like just now, being agitated like that just about her itchy ears.
She closed to where her team leader stood, in front of the arriving airship.
"So, boss, is there any trouble at the post where we are stationed? Like, higher activity of petty criminals? Or is it at the gates?", Skyra addressed Krysanthe matter-of-factly.
Still, Skyra loved her reputation as the tough girl back home and the one who only seldom showed any kind of "girly" emotion. Sure, she could, theoretically, open up a lot now, but why would she? She absolutely adored it when others respected her because of her apparently made out of iron, but on the flipside it didn't earn her a lot of friends. During her time at her previous school, she was almost always lonely, her Faunus heritage didn't exactly help either.
Maybe all of the latter reasons made her unconsciously purr for a bit until she noticed and deeply embarrassed quickened her steps.
"Yea, that should be it. Different water, different air and all that, too."
To be completely honest, it felt very good to be appreciated for something she sometimes saw as some kind of curse. During most of her childhood, her ears were not only just a nuisance, but made her eat dirt a couple of times, literally. Such racial bullying made her reconsider her choice of violence, for some of those who had attacked her, this was more than just bad news.
At the soft age of 12, she had become a murderer, accidentally, but she still had killed somebody. Until today, this made the once very cheerful Skyra a dark person at times. She never told anybody she knew.
Recently, though, her old personality managed to slip past her facade of bricks, like just now, being agitated like that just about her itchy ears.
She closed to where her team leader stood, in front of the arriving airship.
"So, boss, is there any trouble at the post where we are stationed? Like, higher activity of petty criminals? Or is it at the gates?", Skyra addressed Krysanthe matter-of-factly.