[ It takes more than one moment, but eventually Era has settled comfortable with her back pressed against the back corner of the closet, and her hanging clothes moved enough out of the way that the view won't be entirely obscured.
The video feed is lit by the soft, diffused golden glow emanating from the weasel curled around Era's neck. It is largely obscured by her mess of curls, face tucked between a horn and her cheek. Its eyes are a bright blue, but no match for the bright blue of Era's, which reflect light in a way distinctly inhuman—the effect only heightened by the ring of white light eclipsing her pupils.
Her eyes being her most distinctive feature make it all the more obvious when she has her gaze downcast; shy, uneasy. Ashamed. The poor lighting at least serves to mask the weight she has lost since their last encounter, and the unhealthy, dull appearance of her visible scales.
Era lets out a clipped breath of acknowledgement, and lifts a hand for a moment in greeting before lowering it. ]
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[ It takes more than one moment, but eventually Era has settled comfortable with her back pressed against the back corner of the closet, and her hanging clothes moved enough out of the way that the view won't be entirely obscured.
The video feed is lit by the soft, diffused golden glow emanating from the weasel curled around Era's neck. It is largely obscured by her mess of curls, face tucked between a horn and her cheek. Its eyes are a bright blue, but no match for the bright blue of Era's, which reflect light in a way distinctly inhuman—the effect only heightened by the ring of white light eclipsing her pupils.
Her eyes being her most distinctive feature make it all the more obvious when she has her gaze downcast; shy, uneasy. Ashamed. The poor lighting at least serves to mask the weight she has lost since their last encounter, and the unhealthy, dull appearance of her visible scales.
Era lets out a clipped breath of acknowledgement, and lifts a hand for a moment in greeting before lowering it. ]