[She raises her eyebrows at him, as high as they'll go. The red fur under his fingers is coarse, puffing at the end with a carefully-groomed lion's tail poof. She twitches slightly under his touch, but otherwise doesn't react to that.]
[It's a question asked earnestly, and she wouldn't even be offended by the oddness of it—even if it had been her first time hearing it. The contest doesn't even enter into the equation. So she lowers her eyebrows and answers him, her voice lilting sweetly.]
I'm a miqo'te. We're another child of Man—like you.
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[It's a question asked earnestly, and she wouldn't even be offended by the oddness of it—even if it had been her first time hearing it. The contest doesn't even enter into the equation. So she lowers her eyebrows and answers him, her voice lilting sweetly.]
I'm a miqo'te. We're another child of Man—like you.