Tryin' to stay between the lines of who I am and who I used to be
She wrestles her toe free with a wet, slick, pop, leaning on Zavien fully before getting her own legs back under her like a fresh filly. ”Whoops!” she declares a bit delayed, tilting a glance under a raised arm back at the offending mud. It slowly crawls back towards them, affixed on their shoes. ”I almost fell,” she reminds him, since the subject remains at hand with his words.
She seems to catch herself again though, thoughts wrinkling, different ones fighting through the mesh around her mind. This seems to have made a very distracting branch of possibilities, because she could thank him for not letting her fall right now, could tell him of all the time she has eaten dirt too…which brings it back to getting food… ”I did…fall.” It’s spoken softer, quieter, with a shaky inhale that pushes everything else back for a moment. She tilts her forehead into a free hand, sighing loudly. ”Gods, I fell so hard Zavnee.” She doesn’t offer much in the way of understanding what she means, but she went down the other route entirely, the one she’s been trying to keep quiet, the one that won’t. She fell, but not in the physical sense, not this time.
The rush of children’s footsteps behind her briefly delay the mud as they send it scattering and force it to regroup. Then, her name, said so simple and crisp has her lifting her head back towards him, the threat of tears dimming as her focus shifts back through the cotton to this new snag. ”Hi,” she whispers, running her fingers through her hair to tuck it behind her ear. She brightens considerably at the mention of ribs, akin to a dog hearing a prime word, and again she fires a hand out towards him, this time thumping his shoulder with a swift smack of approval. ”Ribs!? Why didn’t you say so? I could do with some ribs!”
She seems to catch herself again though, thoughts wrinkling, different ones fighting through the mesh around her mind. This seems to have made a very distracting branch of possibilities, because she could thank him for not letting her fall right now, could tell him of all the time she has eaten dirt too…which brings it back to getting food… ”I did…fall.” It’s spoken softer, quieter, with a shaky inhale that pushes everything else back for a moment. She tilts her forehead into a free hand, sighing loudly. ”Gods, I fell so hard Zavnee.” She doesn’t offer much in the way of understanding what she means, but she went down the other route entirely, the one she’s been trying to keep quiet, the one that won’t. She fell, but not in the physical sense, not this time.
The rush of children’s footsteps behind her briefly delay the mud as they send it scattering and force it to regroup. Then, her name, said so simple and crisp has her lifting her head back towards him, the threat of tears dimming as her focus shifts back through the cotton to this new snag. ”Hi,” she whispers, running her fingers through her hair to tuck it behind her ear. She brightens considerably at the mention of ribs, akin to a dog hearing a prime word, and again she fires a hand out towards him, this time thumping his shoulder with a swift smack of approval. ”Ribs!? Why didn’t you say so? I could do with some ribs!”
Colt
I been livin', I been losin', findin' out that I can't run from me
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
