Garry took deep breaths to try and calm the frantic beatings of his heart. He was alright, right? For one thing, he wasn’t being chased down by this girl. And she wasn’t brandishing any claws or other potentially hazardous body parts. She was even asking if he was okay! All of these points led to this girl being Probably Not Dangerous.
Shoulders sagged as Garry, quite visibly, relaxed. “I’m fine, I was just, um. Alarmed. Since you’re.. well, you’re gray and…” he gestured awkwardly towards the top of her head. “Horns.”

…. OOOOO)(! You were just surprised by my appearance! That’s OK! A lot of people are. I’m something called a troll. We’re gray-skinned and, uh, have horns!
{ She pointed to the top of her head, giggling slightly. Though it would be a lie that she wasn’t offended by Garry’s fear of her, but she would let it slide for a bit. She placed her hands on her hips, smiling at him. }
I can assure you, though, we won’t attack unless we’re provoked! { Good job, Fef. }
(Source: fishyfeeling)















