Farina's made her way into the Chamber, head cocked back as she takes in the nigh-infinite width and height of it; she doesn't seem to be looking for anyone or anything, though her ears twitch a little at the sound of her own footsteps echoing through, at the skittering of small creatures that she can only just hear at the edge of her senses. This place is different to anywhere she's been before, and she lets her hands trace softly along the drawings as she goes, tracking their implied movement and smiling vaguely to herself.
The sprays of flowers catch her attention well before the girl that drew them, and the rabbits not long after; she isn't wary of the living creatures as she approaches - she should probably be wary, these aren't things she's at all familiar with, but she's always the sort to be curious before afraid. She crouches down near one of the rabbits, head tilting from side to side and the veil in her hair rustling gently as she takes everything in - the fur, the whiskers, the ears and eyes - and after a moment she seems to come to the general conclusion that it probably looks like a friend.
She doesn't quite know where this thing came from, but you did good, Vera, goodness.]
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Farina's made her way into the Chamber, head cocked back as she takes in the nigh-infinite width and height of it; she doesn't seem to be looking for anyone or anything, though her ears twitch a little at the sound of her own footsteps echoing through, at the skittering of small creatures that she can only just hear at the edge of her senses. This place is different to anywhere she's been before, and she lets her hands trace softly along the drawings as she goes, tracking their implied movement and smiling vaguely to herself.
The sprays of flowers catch her attention well before the girl that drew them, and the rabbits not long after; she isn't wary of the living creatures as she approaches - she should probably be wary, these aren't things she's at all familiar with, but she's always the sort to be curious before afraid. She crouches down near one of the rabbits, head tilting from side to side and the veil in her hair rustling gently as she takes everything in - the fur, the whiskers, the ears and eyes - and after a moment she seems to come to the general conclusion that it probably looks like a friend.
She doesn't quite know where this thing came from, but you did good, Vera, goodness.]