( ooc: I'm not familiar with the canon, so I'm fine with spoilers! )
Despite her discomfort of being brought to a new town without so much as having a say, Zoya's found some comfort (and control) in what she wears. Blue. It's her comfort colour. She sports a tunic that almost looks like a midnight blue, and lacks the intricate embroidery of stars.
She'd been content to walk by this room, but the dragon inside of her senses something different. Most people in the boarding house seem different. Not all of them are mortals, and not all of them are Grisha. It's a weird convolution of energies but like calls to like.
Standing in the doorway, she tilts her head slightly to the side. She doesn't step foot inside—Zoya, for all of her coldness, isn't impolite.
stargazing
Despite her discomfort of being brought to a new town without so much as having a say, Zoya's found some comfort (and control) in what she wears. Blue. It's her comfort colour. She sports a tunic that almost looks like a midnight blue, and lacks the intricate embroidery of stars.
She'd been content to walk by this room, but the dragon inside of her senses something different. Most people in the boarding house seem different. Not all of them are mortals, and not all of them are Grisha. It's a weird convolution of energies but like calls to like.
Standing in the doorway, she tilts her head slightly to the side. She doesn't step foot inside—Zoya, for all of her coldness, isn't impolite.
"And what are you used to seeing?"