King Elk Forest Somebody clip your wings?

The acceptance method was...smart, and compatible with Novak's skepticism. He watched as Grace began to walk away, at first he assumed she was just leaving, likely done with him because he was difficult to keep a conversation with. But, after her glowing eyes met his once again he realized her intention. The bulky male widened his eyes and instantly began to walk, his large strides easily catching up with her, but was forced to slow down to her pace.

"Uh... Thank you," He wasn't good in thanking people, or really any social situation at all, but he truly meant it, "Grace." Finally speaking her name felt somewhat strange, almost surreal. It was somewhat ironic, how her name didn't describe her gait at all, and looking at the scars covering her body seemed to go against the name -- but he didn't know her too well, and perhaps would be proven wrong over time.