[Eve is far more colorful but naturally nowhere near nine foot. It's rare though to find anyone towering over her and she would be more intrigued by it if the landscape of stars outside the nearest window hadn't caught her attention first.
It's the brush of feathers against the back of her head that has Eve raises her hand to grasp at said feathers before she even gets a chance to recognize what they are. It's simply instinct that has her grabbing onto those feathers before they pass further by, then she turns her head up slightly to see just what she has a hold of.
She tilts her head some, examining the feathers in her hold and then the wings. She seems to ignore the bearer of said wings altogether for the moment.]
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It's the brush of feathers against the back of her head that has Eve raises her hand to grasp at said feathers before she even gets a chance to recognize what they are. It's simply instinct that has her grabbing onto those feathers before they pass further by, then she turns her head up slightly to see just what she has a hold of.
She tilts her head some, examining the feathers in her hold and then the wings. She seems to ignore the bearer of said wings altogether for the moment.]