tristan
Something about what the redheaded woman was saying just didn’t seem right. Fall? Had he fallen? Tristan couldn’t remember. Lips pulled downward into a quizzical sort of frown, the brunette gave it thought once again. He had begun to assume that someone had simply dumped him here, not that he had fallen… And from the heights that the woman claimed were enough to break bones? That just wasn’t right. It wasn’t like he could have just fallen out of the sky.
Still, Tristan was grateful that she didn’t seem angry that he had efficiently trampled her flowers, even though he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. If it had been the other way around and someone had ruined the crops in their garden on the homestead, he was quite certain that his mother would have throttled the culprit. As it was, the redhead seemed to not mind it at all.
Pulled out of his musings by movement, the brunette watched as the stranger pushed herself up to her full height and offered him a hand. He stared for a moment, his sluggish mind struggling to catch up to what was going on before he realized she was offering to help him up and to his feet. “Right,” he murmured, more to bolster himself than to answer her. Letting his bloody hand cup his left side once more, Tristan reached up and took the woman’s pale hand in his own, taking a moment to really notice how small her hand was compared to his own before he struggled to stand.
With a grunt, he pulled himself up and to his feet and struggled not to pull the woman over due to his greater weight, his head suddenly swimming with dizziness. For a moment he stood, certain he would topple right over, but he managed to stay upright for the time being. “Thank you, miss,” Tristan said softly once the dizziness had slowly begun to ebb away, “I really appreciate this.” Once more he looked to her and smiled. This time, however, he had to look down, for he stood over a foot taller than her.
Still, Tristan was grateful that she didn’t seem angry that he had efficiently trampled her flowers, even though he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. If it had been the other way around and someone had ruined the crops in their garden on the homestead, he was quite certain that his mother would have throttled the culprit. As it was, the redhead seemed to not mind it at all.
Pulled out of his musings by movement, the brunette watched as the stranger pushed herself up to her full height and offered him a hand. He stared for a moment, his sluggish mind struggling to catch up to what was going on before he realized she was offering to help him up and to his feet. “Right,” he murmured, more to bolster himself than to answer her. Letting his bloody hand cup his left side once more, Tristan reached up and took the woman’s pale hand in his own, taking a moment to really notice how small her hand was compared to his own before he struggled to stand.
With a grunt, he pulled himself up and to his feet and struggled not to pull the woman over due to his greater weight, his head suddenly swimming with dizziness. For a moment he stood, certain he would topple right over, but he managed to stay upright for the time being. “Thank you, miss,” Tristan said softly once the dizziness had slowly begun to ebb away, “I really appreciate this.” Once more he looked to her and smiled. This time, however, he had to look down, for he stood over a foot taller than her.
