Roshanak has never learned how to handle compliments to her appearance - not like this, not honest and about all of her, not just her humanoid-face, but Saphira sounds so sincere and so confused, it makes her smile.
A little awkwardly, but she's touched, too.
"I thank you. Um, as to why, there are advantages. It... It calls less attention to one. Sometimes, that is polite. Others, it's safer." Not everywhere is understanding to her kind. And there are slavers...
"And when in cities, it can be far, far easier to move around," Roshanak moves on quickly. "Stairs, for one thing. And little narrow streets. And not hitting your head on signs, or people's laundry."
She keeps to her own form when she can, but she's not blind to how awkward it can be. Certainly not after being repeatedly smacked in the face by drying sheets.
"I...I have not, I am sorry. There are so many people about." She doesn't add that she doesn't know what 'elvish' might mean: they are far, far to the north of her. "But that doesn't mean he isn't here."
He's probably not, in all honesty. But stranger things have happened - far, far stranger. And more to the point, for Saphira's own dignity and safety, she'd prefer to get her away from the docks and all of these people before she falls apart.
Roshanak blinks then, and inclines her head slightly in respect. Centaurs are mighty warriors, powerful and wise (when they choose), but she's well aware that compared to a dragon, she's very much outclassed.
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A little awkwardly, but she's touched, too.
"I thank you. Um, as to why, there are advantages. It... It calls less attention to one. Sometimes, that is polite. Others, it's safer." Not everywhere is understanding to her kind. And there are slavers...
"And when in cities, it can be far, far easier to move around," Roshanak moves on quickly. "Stairs, for one thing. And little narrow streets. And not hitting your head on signs, or people's laundry."
She keeps to her own form when she can, but she's not blind to how awkward it can be. Certainly not after being repeatedly smacked in the face by drying sheets.
"I...I have not, I am sorry. There are so many people about." She doesn't add that she doesn't know what 'elvish' might mean: they are far, far to the north of her. "But that doesn't mean he isn't here."
He's probably not, in all honesty. But stranger things have happened - far, far stranger. And more to the point, for Saphira's own dignity and safety, she'd prefer to get her away from the docks and all of these people before she falls apart.
Roshanak blinks then, and inclines her head slightly in respect. Centaurs are mighty warriors, powerful and wise (when they choose), but she's well aware that compared to a dragon, she's very much outclassed.
"It's an honour to meet you, Saphira."