(Lol! Yup, hehe)
She listened to the creak and waited patiently -or tried too. She was naturally a fidgetty person. The kind that simply cannot stay still for long, if at all. She had been shuffling her feet and swaying from side to side but stood still, momentarily so, as he landed in front of her. Her eyes widened momentarily at the sight of his wings, noticing their ragged ends. He couldn't possibly fly with such wings... She wondered what had happened to them... Or was it possible that he had been born that way? But either way, she smiled genuinely. He seemed... darkly handsome. Or darkly beautiful.. You know, the kind you saw in paintings of those people you never imagined real.
But he was. He was very real. How about that? She had thought this day was going to be the generic normalcy. Usually she was simply pleased with that constant routine of lax days, but lately she had become excessively restless. There were days when she couldn't stand to sit, and she then she moved, she took walks that forced her to her limits. And only then was she satisfied.
"Yes, I can. Thank you for coming out," Nyutahi replied, her smile never faltering.
She was the kind of girl, that after awhile she made her firends turn giddy, and her smile became infectous. The one who always tried their best to please or make someoen else smile. You know that kind of person. The normal, generic everyday person. With a slight mix of craziness, randomosity, and perhaps secrets, you have just about summed up Nyutahi.
He didn't seem to like his name at all. She wondered why. To her it sounded nice... 'Kutsuu' was not something she heard at all. She wondered what language it was from. But then again, there were many possibilities for the detest in his voice. In any case, she continued to smile. Then he turned and her facial expression changed to one of curiousity and temporary confusion. She blinked her wide eyes and then smiled when she saw him kneel down by her little stick house.
She immediately trotted after him, leaning down and grinning almost abashedly. She watched him closely -like he was the most interesting thing in the world. Then studied how he strengthened the house's walls. Perhaps Nyutahi was strange -but she found people very interesting. They contained so many opinions, ideals, secrets, knowledge, stories, histories, perceptions and personalities that it just fascinated her.
"Hm. I may give you a nickname if you don't mind.. I don't know though. I mean, when I look at you no name in particular comes to mind -the names I know just don't fit you. They're pretty boring names anyway. Hah," Nyutahi remarked.
He was lucky. He got a warning before he got a possible nickname. Her's were usually simple, though.
"Your tattoos are pretty amazing," Nyutahi said, glancing at them.
She then turned her eyes back to the stick house. He seemed much better at the stick-house making then her.