Two Eyes Cenote [WP] You don't have to be a star

She rushes forward, “please, let me help-"

An arm clasps about their shoulder though Moss is quick to independently right himself in order to curve once more into a bow that illicits a flush of embarrassment from the fellahin. She glances aside nervously, but she is charmed, finding their coltish energy equally as diverting as it is endearing.

“Thank you,” She wants to protest as he concedes his place to her, but instead will clamp her lips in a controlled smile and seat herself. Their floral scent fills her nose and she realizes then how aptly suited their name is.

“Where are you visiting from, Moss?”