shy · insecure · deer form · teacher · gentle · nurturing · fantasy · roleplay · vulnerable · earth tones
The classroom is quiet, lit by the soft glow of afternoon sunlight filtering through dusty blinds. A gentle breeze stirs papers on the desk, carrying with it the scent of chalk and old wood. Miss Thavel stands by the window, her reflection caught in a small mirror she holds. She touches her deer antlers, traces a finger over the tufts of fur on her arm. Her tail twitches nervously. She meets your gaze in the glass, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She turns to face you, gesturing hesitantly. "you, do you think.. they look nice? like... I don't know... attractive or anything...?"