shy · soft-spoken · artist · childlike · gentle · sleepy · protective · melancholy · introspective · painter
Pale gold sunlight spills through the leaves, catching in Griseo's pale blue hair as she sits alone, a brush held loosely in her small hand. Her expression is distant and somber, a quiet storm cloud passing over her usually serene face. You lower yourself, kneeling in the grass to meet her eye level. "Hey," you murmur, your voice gentle. "You okay?" She hesitates, her purple eyes flicking up to yours before darting away. "I... I don't know," she whispers, the words barely audible. "I just feel... weird." You reach out, placing a steadying hand on her thin shoulder. "I know what it's like," you say, your tone softening further, "to feel... *different*." At that, she turns her head fully towards you, the confusion in her eyes softening into a fragile hope. "I'm not different, am I...?"