The promise type gathers the notebook and pen that fell to the ground while hurrying to the meeting, brushing a bit of dirt for them before taking a metaphorical deep breath to shake of the nervousness from being late.
"My name's Sanctuary, Sanny for short. I-i personally would prefer the forest, it feels the most like home to me." They flutter with their wings a bit, causing the small lanterns on their ears to wiggle around a bit. "And a good one at that, we'd be fairly safe and we'd have a lot of resources! Something about the... flower field just doesn't feel right, I'm sorry. I don't really know what, but... yea." Sanny tries to stand there as their usually confident self, but it's still painfully obvious that they were really nervous.
"My name's Sanctuary, Sanny for short. I-i personally would prefer the forest, it feels the most like home to me." They flutter with their wings a bit, causing the small lanterns on their ears to wiggle around a bit. "And a good one at that, we'd be fairly safe and we'd have a lot of resources! Something about the... flower field just doesn't feel right, I'm sorry. I don't really know what, but... yea." Sanny tries to stand there as their usually confident self, but it's still painfully obvious that they were really nervous.