[ Cheerful without the lightheartedness, Perpétua brushes her hair behind her ear, only for it to drape right back over her shoulder again. She keeps him by his side, looking like she's either respectful or doesn't care enough to ask about the glasses, and then, ]
Perpétua. Neiva, if that's too many syllables for you. What do I call you?
no subject
[ Cheerful without the lightheartedness, Perpétua brushes her hair behind her ear, only for it to drape right back over her shoulder again. She keeps him by his side, looking like she's either respectful or doesn't care enough to ask about the glasses, and then, ]
Perpétua. Neiva, if that's too many syllables for you. What do I call you?