Beatrix
She noted his sigh, and scrunched her nose at him, the look she gave was a silent statement, a 'you're the only person who's never abandoned me', sort of statement. She hated that weakness, though she'd just use it to her advantage, eventually. He shook his head, and she smirked, as the wind blew her hair into her face.
"Let's go home." She shoved her free hand through her hair, coaxing it out of her face. "I want a warm bed and a meal." She stated, decisively. And to find some clothes that suited her better than what had been left for her. It just wasn't her style. Though his coat was.
"Let's go home." She shoved her free hand through her hair, coaxing it out of her face. "I want a warm bed and a meal." She stated, decisively. And to find some clothes that suited her better than what had been left for her. It just wasn't her style. Though his coat was.
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
