With a frown, "It is....quite different from what I' used to..." she had to admit. "I-I do not know what I do...it is...strange to say the lease Sa' lath."
"Don't worry." He stroked a lock of hair from her face and gave her a blind smile, the smiles only she had seen since he had been a child. "I am always here to protect you. I always have been. And you will always have safety in my arms."
With a blush, she smiled, "I am not as you say...though I thank you for such words." taking her friends hand in her own, she pat it, ever so carefully. "One day, I'm sure you will feel the love that is so clear to me, it surrounds you, you see?" she gestured to the people around, "So many love your work, so many adore what we do. I just hope one day, you'll see what I see in you."
I'm most confident as myself, but if I act too much like myself, well, I'm the only one I know that acts like me, so it may as well be a dead giveaway.
Fancy words are a natural thing for my race so I've never really thought others would think much of it... -The poet seems thoughtful for a moment before smiling again- Though I must confess I have always admired those who can draw...