dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
Yes, a woman. A blonde. Boldly going where no Grounder has gone before, or something like that.
Really, there was no good way to go about getting his attention without startling the man. His immediate reaction makes her feel a little guilty as she recognizes familiar movements (the reach for the weapon, wild-eyed, crouching at the ready) and can keenly remember similar jolts of fear and heart-stopping events when the unexpected comes crashing through routine. Especially here. No one wants the unexpected whilst hunting - unless it’s an animal with a broken leg that the local predators haven’t yet found. That is only good kind of surprise, unless it’s a hot drink waiting and ready for their return.
Raising her hand in salutation, Wessex finds his light gaze with a blue one of her own, bright and sharp and in this case - crinkling a little in self-critique. “Hello,” she responds, taking a few steps towards the rugged man. “Sorry for scaring you. That was stupid of me.”
No clever words needed here. Wessex has never been fond of them - say what you mean and mean what you say and they'll get along just fine.
Really, there was no good way to go about getting his attention without startling the man. His immediate reaction makes her feel a little guilty as she recognizes familiar movements (the reach for the weapon, wild-eyed, crouching at the ready) and can keenly remember similar jolts of fear and heart-stopping events when the unexpected comes crashing through routine. Especially here. No one wants the unexpected whilst hunting - unless it’s an animal with a broken leg that the local predators haven’t yet found. That is only good kind of surprise, unless it’s a hot drink waiting and ready for their return.
Raising her hand in salutation, Wessex finds his light gaze with a blue one of her own, bright and sharp and in this case - crinkling a little in self-critique. “Hello,” she responds, taking a few steps towards the rugged man. “Sorry for scaring you. That was stupid of me.”
No clever words needed here. Wessex has never been fond of them - say what you mean and mean what you say and they'll get along just fine.
