Ocean's Breath Plateau nocturne in c-sharp minor, b. 49

The dapper of the young man admittedly caught Maha off-gaurd. For a moment, she stepped back, unsure of what he was doing with the strange and seemingly out-of-place bow, but she was quick to find that she quite liked being treated like a lady. Even if it didn't last long, Smokestep seemed to be enjoying her presence and Maha planned to indulge in his. I was born with it, she told him proudly, because of my eyes.

They were large, round eyes, framed with abnormally long lashes. It was more of a nuisance than anything else in regards to everyday life — she was never able to escape the wrath of dust and sand — but it did help with bringing in customers. In her life, Maha had been dealt her share of nicknames, none of which she'd found as funny as their gifters.