[ Cole looks on curiously, and the brim of his hat tilts up enough to look at Stormfly, showing more of his face. It's a bit of a frightening face, since he's pale and gaunt, looking like he hasn't eaten or slept well in a very long time. But despite that, there's a curiosity and innocent kindness in his face. He certainly doesn't seem to be a threat, and as he thinks the same of Astrid, he sheathes the daggers onto his back. ]
She's very pretty.
[ He gives a compliment first, then after a bit of hesitation, he approaches carefully. He's uncertain, since he is used to dragons breathing giant fireballs at him, but if she feels comfortable, he feels marginally more secure himself. ]
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She's very pretty.
[ He gives a compliment first, then after a bit of hesitation, he approaches carefully. He's uncertain, since he is used to dragons breathing giant fireballs at him, but if she feels comfortable, he feels marginally more secure himself. ]