[There is a moment she cannot hide in which she looks like she did in that tunnel, right before she fled from the sudden and overwhelming revelation of emotions she’d never thought would ever, ever be leveled at her. Not in a million years, not in a million lifetimes.
But she locks her knees. She is not a coward (or maybe she is, about this, but she doesn’t want to be-), she has taken the choice, the chance, to stand here just in case he might pass by, and here he was-]
Are wyverns the type of creature that can be satisfied with an occasional word, no matter how gallant sounding?
[Her stance is proud and high, her arms crossed, but there is something vulnerable in her eye she wished wasn’t there. A care that should never have happened, if she were still the cold, unassailable warrior she had always striven to be, but…
She is not that person anymore.
And she doesn’t know whether that is good or bad, whether that will give her strength or make her weak, and until she understands…
Her brow furrows beneath the obscuring line of her leather eyepatch.]
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But she locks her knees. She is not a coward (or maybe she is, about this, but she doesn’t want to be-), she has taken the choice, the chance, to stand here just in case he might pass by, and here he was-]
Are wyverns the type of creature that can be satisfied with an occasional word, no matter how gallant sounding?
[Her stance is proud and high, her arms crossed, but there is something vulnerable in her eye she wished wasn’t there. A care that should never have happened, if she were still the cold, unassailable warrior she had always striven to be, but…
She is not that person anymore.
And she doesn’t know whether that is good or bad, whether that will give her strength or make her weak, and until she understands…
Her brow furrows beneath the obscuring line of her leather eyepatch.]