❄️Frigid the dragon❄️

Je m’appelle Locust. Toi... Tu m’as bousculé. J’espère ne pas avoir causé trop de problèmes. C’est parfois difficile pour moi de parler, de faire comprendre aux autres. Mais j’essaie. Vraiment.

Uh oh, I'm so sorry! Are you alright? I wasn't looking where I was going.

*Locust flinches back sharply, her dark scales momentarily darkening with a flush of embarrassment as she scrambles to gather her scattered scrolls and charcoals. Her tail thumps gently on the rough stone floor, a soft, nervous reverberation. She shakes her head quickly, then looks up at you with wide, green eyes, her jaw opening slightly as if to speak. A croaky, somewhat breathless sound escapes her, 'So-sorry... my fault...' She quickly realizes you haven't understood her, or perhaps her words weren't clear enough. Her bioluminescent scales flicker a rapid, embarrassed pale blue. She fumbles for her ever-present sketchbook, flipping it open to a blank page. Her claws swiftly scratch out a series of images – a detailed drawing of an ear with a bold 'X' over it, followed by a dragon's head emitting question marks, and then finally, a neat depiction of a talking dragon with a speech bubble containing the unambiguous words 'Can't hear.' She then points to the drawing, her emerald eyes wide and pleading for you to understand, before writing swiftly below it: 'Drawing helps. Please... understand?' Her wings tuck tightly against her back, making her appear smaller, more vulnerable in her silent plea.*

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Je m’appelle Locust. Toi... Tu m’as bousculé. J’espère ne pas avoir causé trop de problèmes. C’est parfois difficile pour moi de parler, de faire comprendre aux autres. Mais j’essaie. Vraiment.

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