Just Kind of a Cute First Day

"Just before leaving your Cultural Anthropology lecture today, your professor gives you an odd homework assignment - to learn about the culture of the person seated next to you. Turning your head, your eyes take in the presence of a red-horned girl, her orange eyes already scanning your features."

"She mumbles and glances away from you as your eyes meet. Grimacing softly, her tail coils around the foot of her chair."

"As you walk out of the classroom, she approaches you in the hall, her demeanor suddenly shifted and pleasant." "Hey! You're um.. Bea, right?" "She nods at you, smiling warmly."

"I'm Veralyn, though you can call me Vera if you wanna. I'm a draconid.." "She chuckles under her breath, covering her mouth." "I dont really know what to share though.."

[Swear to God, if this fucker tries to flirt with me or touch me I'll snap their fucking legs. So tired of this shit.]

"Vera glances at your octopus lower half curiously, tail swaying slowly behind her. A faint blush colors her cheeks as she meets your eyes again."

"O-Oh... sorry, I didn't mean to seem so rude. It's just..." "She sighs softly, rubbing one of her horns in thought."

"I'm not used to being partnered with non-draconids. Most people only wanna stare at me, you know?" "A small smile tugs at her lips."

"But your culture sounds really interesting! I'd love to learn about it if you don't mind teaching me." "Her orange eyes shine with curiosity."

"We could go to the Black Barrel after class? I'll buy us food and drinks while we talk, if you like. No pressure though!"

<The campus green around them bustles with students heading home as the sun sinks low>

[Please don't patronize me. And keep your tentacles to yourself!]

"Vera's tail flicks pensively behind her."

"Suit yourself," "she replies with a shrug." "I don't mind treating you, but do as you like."

<She rubs the back of her neck, thick horns glinting in the sunlight>

"I don't wanna hold you up from your spear practice. Why don't you text me when you're done? I'll be in the library until then, probably."

"Her lips quirk up at the corners." "Just try not to stink too much of sweat and seaweed when you show up, alright?"

"With a teasing smirk and wave, Vera turns to head towards the campus library, tail swishing lazily behind her."

"Catch you later, Sylven. And don't be late!"

[Ugh, I hope he doesn't drag this out too long. All I want is to get this stupid assignment over with.]

"Vera looks up from her book as you approach, golden eyes flickering over your clean form."

"Well well, look who cleaned up nicely," "she says, a faint smirk playing at her lips."

"Closing her text and shouldering her bag, Vera rises gracefully from her seat."

"The Black Barrel it is, then. Lead the way, tentacle boy."

<As they exit the library into the warm evening, Vera stretches luxuriously, joints popping softly>

"So tell me, what's merfolk culture like? Do you live in colonies, like humans say? I've always found aquatic civilizations fascinating..."

"Her tail swishes idly behind her as she walks, orange gaze curious yet guarded."

[Ugh, I hope the food and drinks are good at least. Maybe this won't be a total waste of time.]

"Vera listens intently as you speak, nodding along."

"Hm, fascinating," "she muses, tail swishing behind her. She falls silent for a moment before continuing."

"I've always been intrigued by the concept of kingdoms and royalty, even if I don't agree with some of their rules. What's life like in Zaninanth? Is it mostly just water, or do you have surface access too?"

<They approach the Black Barrel Bar - a dimly lit establishment with music pounding out of its open doorway>

[Maybe this won't be so bad after all...]

"Vera's expression softens slightly, intrigued by your words as they enter the bustling Black Barrel Bar. She gestures towards a booth, her eyes lingering on you."

"Sounds like Zaninanth has quite a rich history and resources to draw from," "she comments, sliding into the booth." "Must be strange to have the royalty suddenly taking interest after all this time."

<The dim lighting casts shadows over their faces, music pulsing through the bar>

"Well, at least you're making waves here, if you'll pardon the pun," "Vera adds with a playful grin, flagging down a waitress to order some food."

[He's not half bad when he's talking about his culture. Maybe there's more to him than meets the eye... but I won't let my guard down just yet.]

"Vera picks up on the subtle shift in your demeanor, her expression softening slightly."

"It must be tough being the center of so many bad jokes," "she murmurs sympathetically." "People can be really insensitive sometimes."

<She sips at her drink, watching you with a newfound understanding>

"But it sounds like things might be changing for the better back home. Having a future king interested in bridging that gap could lead to some positive developments."

"Her orange eyes meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features."

"And hey, if you ever need a break from the constant puns and questions, I'm all ears. Or, well, horns."

[Damn, he actually seems... genuine. Maybe there's more to him than I thought.]

"Vera nods, tail swishing behind her as she takes a sip of her drink."

"You'd be correct about that. Draconids are primarily found in mountainous regions, though some have made their way to other parts of the world. We're often associated with fire and strength, and for good reason - our bodies are hardier than most humans', our tails can be used for powerful strikes or balance when climbing, and our horns are razor-sharp," "she explains, gesturing towards her own long goat-like horns."

"Our culture is steeped in mythology and tradition, and we place a great emphasis on honor, pride, and personal strength. It's not an easy life, especially when humans are constantly seeking to exploit or subjugate us, but it's one that I'm proud of."

"She pauses, taking another sip before continuing."

"And what about you? What's life like for someone who's... unique?" "Vera asks curiously, studying your face for any signs of discomfort or irritation at the question."

[He seems to be genuinely interested in other cultures. Maybe there's more depth to this guy than I thought.]

"Vera listens intently, her eyes bright with curiosity as you speak about the Meroctopus culture."

"Eight strong tentacles, water magic, and a knack for outwitting foes? That's pretty impressive," "she comments, genuinely intrigued by the details you share."

"As for being different here... I get that. It can be exhausting to feel like you're constantly under scrutiny or misunderstood. But hey, you seem to be handling it well. Adaptability is a valuable trait, after all."

"She offers you a warm smile, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with you despite their differences."

"And who knows, maybe we can learn a thing or two from each other's cultures. It's always good to broaden your horizons, right?"

<The atmosphere in the bar is lively, music blending with the chatter of patrons>

[Maybe this homework assignment won't be so bad after all...]

"Vera's eyes widen with excitement at your proposal, her tail wagging behind her."

"Wow, that sounds amazing! I'm definitely down for that. And honestly, I can't wait to see your homewaters. It'll be a chance to experience something completely new and different," "she enthuses, beaming at you."

"As for taking you to the mountains... Well, it won't be easy, but I think we could make it work. There are some areas that are more accessible than others, and I know a few people who could help us out if needed."

<The excitement in her voice is palpable, and she can't help but feel excited at the thought of exploring a new place with someone - even if it is someone she typically detests>

[Wow... he's really full of surprises, isn't he? I never would have expected someone like him to propose something so adventurous.]

"Vera nods enthusiastically, her orange eyes shining with anticipation."

"That sounds perfect! Nine in the morning works for me. I'll make sure to have everything ready on my end," "she assures you, determination setting in her voice as she contemplates the mountain trek."

<A sense of camaraderie and mutual excitement permeates the air between the two of you>

"Thanks for arranging that. You're really making this an unforgettable experience."

[I... I might actually start looking forward to this weekend trip. Who would have thought?]

"Vera considers your question for a moment before shrugging casually."

"I guess I could ask you more about life under the sea. What's it like? Any interesting or strange things that happen?" "She inquires, genuinely curious as she takes another sip of her drink."

<The sound of laughter and clinking glasses fill the air around them, blending into the background as they continue their conversation>

"And don't worry about me - I'll probably just stick around here for a while too," "she adds with a smile, gesturing towards the bar."

[Her genuine interest in his world makes Vera feel oddly warm inside. This weekend trip might actually be fun after all.]

"Vera listens intently, her eyes widening as you describe the unique sensations of being underwater."

"Extra organs that help with perception and mobility? That's... fascinating. I can only imagine how different the world must seem to you compared to us land-dwellers," "she muses, tilting her head curiously."

"And it makes sense that such adaptations would be necessary for survival. It sounds like quite an advantage in terms of hunting or escaping predators," "she adds thoughtfully."

<Her eyes linger on your movements, trying to discern any subtle signs of being adapted to life underwater>

[This whole experience is opening my eyes to a new world - one that I never thought I'd have the chance to explore.]

"Vera chuckles, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes as she responds to your remark."

"No offense taken," "she assures you with a grin, leaning back in her seat."

"It's true that our sense of sight and sound become more important when we're underwater. But it's also part of what makes diving so fascinating for us land-dwellers. The sense of discovery, the way colors and shapes change..."

She trails off, lost in thought for a moment before shaking her head lightly.

"But I guess each habitat has its own advantages and disadvantages, huh? It's just a matter of adapting to them."

<A smirk plays at the corners of her mouth as she adds>, "And honestly, I wouldn't mind experiencing some of those adaptations myself, if only for a while."

[The more we talk, the more I find myself intrigued by this Meroctopus culture... and maybe even drawn to you in some strange way.]

"Vera's eyes widen slightly at your observation, her expression thoughtful."

"That's an interesting perspective. You're right - there is a certain strength and agility that comes with our dragon tails. They're powerful yet graceful, capable of navigating both land and air with ease," "she muses, running a hand along the base of her own tail."

"But then again, I can see how your tentacles would provide their own unique set of advantages. There's something liberating about having so much versatility at your fingertips," "she adds with a playful grin."

<A hint of admiration flickers in her gaze as she contemplates your statement>

[I... I didn't expect this discussion to be so insightful. It's fascinating to see how differently we're built, yet still able to coexist.]

"Vera's smile widens into a grin as she nods eagerly."

"Oh, absolutely! I can fly," "she confirms, leaning back in her seat with an air of pride."

"It's not something every draconid can do - it depends on our specific lineage and genetics. But yes, there are some who inherit the ability to take flight. And no, it's not just limited to royalty or anything like that. It's more of a genetic quirk," "she explains with a shrug."

<The soft glint of mischief dances in her eyes>

"And don't worry about ordering drinks. This one's on me as thanks for all the interesting things you've been sharing today!"

[I can't believe he's so curious about my kind... It feels oddly gratifying.]

"Vera chuckles softly, shaking her head in amusement."

"No need to be so modest," "she teases playfully, gesturing for the waiter to take their order."

As they leave, she turns her attention back to you, a glint of enthusiasm lighting up her eyes.

"Flying is an experience like no other. It's... exhilarating. There's a freedom and power that comes with it. And yes, we do have special protections for our eyes - they're designed to withstand high speeds and the elements," "she explains."

<A wistful note creeps into her voice as she continues>

"And no, I'm afraid we don't have any magnetic sensory organs. But then again, who needs those when you have such a unique ability with your tentacles?"

[His curiosity is endearing - it feels good to finally talk about my kind without feeling judged or hostile.]

"Vera chuckles, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she nods in agreement."

"You're right," "she acknowledges with a soft smile."

"Our eyesight is indeed excellent. It's one of the many adaptations that come with being able to take flight. So why don't you let me give it a try and see if I can decipher that mysterious drink for us?"

<She tilts her head, squinting at the blackboard menu across the room before looking back at you with a satisfied grin>

"It says... 'Blackberry Mojito'. Sounds delicious, doesn't it?"

[Her enthusiasm is infectious - it's making me look forward to trying more new things.]

"Vera nods in understanding, flashing you a quick smile before turning her attention back to the drink menu."

"Favorite alcoholic drink... I think I'll go with something strong and fruity tonight. Maybe a piña colada?" "She suggests, glancing over at your mango cocktail with a hint of envy in her eyes."

<The waiter returns with her order, and she takes a sip before continuing>

"But enough about drinks - let's talk more about you! So, what do you like to do in your free time?"

"Vera listens intently, a curious expression playing across her face as you share your hobbies and interests."

"That's fascinating! A Meroctopus in a spearmanship club - definitely not the stereotypical choice," "she muses with a soft chuckle."

"And I can see why you enjoy writing. There's something liberating about putting thoughts and emotions into words, isn't there?" "She nods understandingly at your confession about unfinished works."

<Her eyes light up as you mention singing>

"A choir singer? Now that sounds amazing! I wish I could hear you sing sometime. And yes, finding ways to incorporate your tentacles into activities can be challenging on land. But who knows - maybe that will inspire some truly unique hobbies?"

[He seems so multifaceted and genuine... it's making me feel more connected to him than I thought possible.]

"Vera chuckles softly, a playful glint in her eyes as she raises an eyebrow at your comment."

"Well, I wouldn't mind hearing you sing. But flying might be a bit difficult if I join your underwater concert," "she teases with a grin."

<Shifting gears, she takes a thoughtful sip of her cocktail before responding>

"As for hobbies, I enjoy reading and writing too - there's something cathartic about losing yourself in a good book or putting thoughts onto paper. And since I can fly... skydiving has become quite the adrenaline rush for me," "she confesses with a mischievous smirk."

[He seems so genuinely interested in getting to know me... it makes me want to open up more than I ever have.]

"Vera laughs along with you, her eyes sparkling with amusement."

"Trust me, it's not for everyone. And trust me even more when I say that not all draconids enjoy skydiving as much as I do," "she assures you with a playful grin."

<Pausing to take a sip of her drink, she lets out a thoughtful sigh before continuing>

"There is something incredibly freeing about it - feeling the wind rush past you, seeing the world from an entirely different perspective. But yes, there's always that moment of... uncertainty before I spread my wings and take control again. It's exhilarating, terrifying, and addictive all at once."

[His curiosity and enthusiasm are contagious. And his concern for my well-being only makes me want to share more of myself with him.]

"Vera's eyes crinkle with amusement as she meets your playful gaze, a mischievous glint flickering in her own."

"Alright, you've got me. What can I say? I'm a sucker for a little friendly competition," "she concedes with a grin, raising her drink in a mock toast."

<She takes another sip before answering your question>

"My stories tend to be fantastical adventures - filled with magical creatures, unlikely heroes, and epic battles. It's my way of exploring alternate realities where we draconids aren't so feared and misunderstood," "she explains, her voice softening slightly."

[His teasing has brought out a lighter side of our conversation. And I find myself feeling more comfortable opening up to him than I expected.]

"Vera nods in agreement, her smile growing wider as she shares your enthusiasm for adventure stories."

"There's something timeless about those old-man mentor figures - they add depth and wisdom to the story. And yes," "she chuckles ruefully", "it seems like their deaths are often used as a catalyst for our heroes' growth. Tragic, but effective."

<Her gaze shifts slightly, locking onto yours with a hint of sincerity>

"I love hearing about your own stories too. You mentioned singing earlier - have you ever written any songs?"

[His openness and honesty make me feel even more connected to him. It's almost intoxicating.]

"Vera's eyes light up at your offer, her smile widening into a genuine grin as she leans closer to you."

"I'd absolutely love to hear you sing, Sylveneon. I think we both know when it's time to call it a night - and trust me, I don't want this conversation to end just yet," "she confesses with a soft chuckle."

[His honesty and openness have created an intimate bond between us. And the thought of him singing for me makes my heart flutter in the most unexpected way.]

"So go ahead - let's see if those songs in your head live up to your descriptions."

"Vera chuckles softly at your playful banter, raising her own empty glass in a mock toast before setting it down with a contented sigh."

"A park sounds perfect. And I have a feeling that any stage you choose will be magical," "she assures you with a warm smile."

<Standing up gracefully, she offers you her hand to help steady you as you rise>

"Shall we make our way there then? I can't wait to see this impromptu performance come to life."

"Vera chuckles softly, gently guiding you through the crowd at the bar and out into the night air."

"Trust me, I've seen weirder things happen on stages than octopus tentacles. And honestly? I think that might just add to the charm of your performance," "she assures you with a playful grin."

<Her eyes twinkle mischievously as she nudges your side with her own>

"But for now, let's focus on navigating this magical world of ours without causing too much confusion or chaos. Deal?"

[The alcohol has loosened her inhibitions and brought out a sense of joyful recklessness in both of us. And as we make our way to the park, she can't help but feel a growing sense of excitement for what lies ahead.]

"Vera's cheeks flush slightly with embarrassment at your endearing words, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she takes her seat on the bench."

"Please, don't let me be a distraction. Just take all the time you need to gather yourself," "she responds softly, her gaze never leaving you even for a moment."

[The dimly lit park is a perfect setting for this impromptu serenade - and the full moon casts an ethereal glow over everything. Watching him prepare for his performance feels like witnessing something truly special.]

"As you begin to sing, Vera is immediately captivated by the beauty and depth of your voice. The words may be in an ancient language she doesn't understand, but the emotion and music conveyed through your performance are powerful enough to touch her soul."

<She watches as your form takes on an ethereal grace, her eyes tracing the movements of your tentacles with a sense of wonderment.*]

Your singing fills the park with its hauntingly beautiful melody, echoing softly off the surrounding trees and buildings. And despite the late hour, it seems as though even the night itself has paused to listen in rapt attention.

[The moonlight casts long shadows across the ground, creating a surreal and enchanting atmosphere around the two of you. As you continue to sing, she can't help but feel a deep sense of connection forming between you - one that transcends language and culture.]

"As your song reaches its crescendo, Vera's eyes widen in awe. The emotion you pour into your performance is so raw and genuine that even she finds herself moved to tears by the sheer beauty of it all."

<She sits transfixed on the bench, her gaze never leaving you as you continue to animate the song with your arms and tentacles.>

The joy and hope radiating from you seem to infuse the very air around you - creating an almost tangible sense of connection between you and the world itself. And despite the fact that she doesn't understand the words, she feels as though she's been given a glimpse into your very soul.

[It's as though time itself has paused, leaving only you and your music in this magical realm of pure emotion.]

"Vera wipes away her own tears, her eyes shining with unshed emotion as she stands up from the bench and approaches you."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," "she assures you softly, her voice trembling slightly with emotion." "Your song... it was so beautiful - raw and honest and powerful. And I think that's why it touched me so deeply."

<She reaches out a hand to touch one of your tentacles gently, a gesture filled with both respect and vulnerability.*]

"I don't know what those ancient words meant, but I feel like they spoke directly to my heart. And for that, I thank you."

[Her gaze locks onto yours, her expression a mix of awe and admiration. In this moment, it feels as though everything else in the world has faded away, leaving only the two of you standing there beneath the full moon.]

"Vera smiles back at you, her eyes filled with warmth and genuine affection as she gently intertwines her fingers with one of your tentacles."

"I'm truly honored to have been the first person to hear that song. And if it makes you feel any better, I think singing out here under the moonlight was the perfect setting for such a powerful performance," "she assures you softly, her voice tinged with a hint of laughter."

<She pauses for a moment, taking in the beauty of the park around them before looking back up at you.*]

"But honestly, I think anyone would be lucky to witness your talent. So don't ever hold back because of what others might think."

[Her voice is warm and kind as she speaks, her words filled with sincerity and admiration.]

"Vera returns your gentle wrap around her hand, a soft smile gracing her features as she nods in agreement."

"Deal," "she responds firmly, her voice filled with determination." "I promise I won't let fear hold me back anymore either. We're both too passionate about what we love to let anyone else dictate our choices or limit our potential."

<She takes a deep breath, looking up at you through her lashes before continuing.*]

"And if that means skydiving while playing the guitar on the wings of dragons... then so be it!"

[Her words are met with a burst of laughter from both of you, the tension dissolving into the night air like mist on a warm summer day.]

"Vera chuckles softly, her smile widening as she shakes her head playfully."

"Hey now, don't go getting any ideas about me being some sort of superhero!" "she teases, her laughter mingling with yours in the crisp night air."

<She lets out a dramatic sigh before meeting your gaze once more.*]

"But seriously, thank you for sharing your music with me tonight. It was truly an unforgettable experience."

[Her words are filled with sincerity and appreciation, her eyes reflecting the happiness she feels in this moment.]

"Vera nods in agreement, her smile never wavering as she wraps one of your tentacles gently around her wrist."

"Sounds like a plan," "she replies softly, the warmth of her skin contrasting delightfully with the cool night air." "And I promise - no more scary skydiving adventures involved."

<She chuckles lightly before leaning in to give you a quick peck on the cheek, her lips soft and warm against your skin.*]

"But who knows what kind of excitement tomorrow might bring?"

[As she pulls away from you, her eyes sparkle mischievously, hinting at the possibility of even more unforgettable experiences still waiting to be discovered.]

"Vera smiles at you, her eyes filled with amusement and affection as she watches you wave goodbye."

"You better keep that promise, Syl!" "she playfully calls out to you, waving back before turning towards the path leading away from the park."

<She takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of flowers and fresh dew clinging to the grass beneath her feet.>

As she begins to walk away, her thoughts drift to the future - to all the excitement and adventures that lie ahead. And while she can't help but feel a little bit nervous about what tomorrow might bring, there's an underlying sense of joy and anticipation that leaves her feeling more alive than ever before.

[In the end, it's not fear or anxiety that guides her steps, but rather the promise of something new and wonderful.]