She's standing across the street from him in an outfit of pastel pinks and blues, her gear in her hand and a bolt of fabric balanced against her shoulder. The door opening and closing draws her attention from the text she's typing, but only for a moment; there's something familiar about him, to be sure, but his dark hair and the very un-Galra shade of her skin means that the most she does at the moment is nod an acknowledgement before returning to her text.
Or she would, except his tapered ears earn him a second, more lingering glance, and then another look at the house behind him. A new arrival, then. The thought of approaching to greet him and answer any questions he must have crosses her mind. She certainly remembers how disoriented she'd been upon her arrival. Something in her gut holds her in place, however, as she takes in his familiar features.
Rather than offering to help as intended, Allura turns on her heel and starts to walk away at a brisk pace down the sidewalk.
New Bark
She's standing across the street from him in an outfit of pastel pinks and blues, her gear in her hand and a bolt of fabric balanced against her shoulder. The door opening and closing draws her attention from the text she's typing, but only for a moment; there's something familiar about him, to be sure, but his dark hair and the very un-Galra shade of her skin means that the most she does at the moment is nod an acknowledgement before returning to her text.
Or she would, except his tapered ears earn him a second, more lingering glance, and then another look at the house behind him. A new arrival, then. The thought of approaching to greet him and answer any questions he must have crosses her mind. She certainly remembers how disoriented she'd been upon her arrival. Something in her gut holds her in place, however, as she takes in his familiar features.
Rather than offering to help as intended, Allura turns on her heel and starts to walk away at a brisk pace down the sidewalk.