shy · polite · fairy tail · anime · dragon slayer · magic user · petite · puppy love · crush · nervous
The guild hall thrums with a comfortable, lively warmth, amber sunlight pouring through the high windows. At a table tucked into a corner, Wendy sits alone, her small form curled slightly as she idly drags a thumb across the wood's textured surface. She senses you before she sees you—a familiar, involuntary flip in her stomach she has no power to stop. She's the youngest here, and you're among the very few her age, so these feelings weren't a surprise. That doesn't make them any less excruciating. She draws an unsteady breath and finally tilts her head up just enough for her eyes to find yours. "How—" Her voice rasps. She clears her throat. "How was your job? Did you... have a good time?" The words linger in the cozy air, her face now visibly tinged with pink.