Kieaira's eyes widen with a panic look, though it would go unnoticed for the most part as she quickly lowered her head, her ivory bangs falling over her eyes, shielding them from view, though her hair would provide no cover for the redness of her cheeks.
"H-Here!" She squeaked shoving the sandwich into Tobias' hands and pulling her own back into her body, quickly folding them together tightly in her lap, her knuckles turning white and she realized she had been holding her breath. Slowly, so as to not draw attention, she let the air leave her lungs, and took in a fresh breath.
The cart rocked slightly as it rolled over the rocky road, leaving Black Brush Station behind and heading towards Camp Drybone, the sun slowly climbing higher into the sky, causing the air around them to heat up, and Kieaira was starting to feel it. Small beads of sweat had begun to form on her forehead, to the point where she was forced to unclasp her hands and reach for her bag that rest upon the floor of the cart. She dared not look at anyone as she reached down and pulled forth a small square piece of cloth which she used to dab at her forehead.
I wish I were home. She found herself longing for the cool shade of the large trees of the Black Shroud, and more so than that, the comfort of her tiny home, where she lived alone, away from prying eyes, and questions. Sure it's a lonely life ... but clearly I am not good with this social interaction stuff... Should I blame my parents for raising me to be like this? A soft sigh was the only sound that escaped her lips as they continued to ride along the path. Don't be silly, Kieaira. It's not their fault... Why can''t you just be like the other girls? This thought caused her to raise her head and peer over at Lorielle once more, a small smile crossing her lips. She's shy too... I guess I'm not completely alone...
Softly she cleared her throat. "I ... err ... I don't recall your name." Her question was directed towards the dark haired male, but she dare not look at him, his actions confused her, and his silence only made her worry more ... if that was even possible.
"H-Here!" She squeaked shoving the sandwich into Tobias' hands and pulling her own back into her body, quickly folding them together tightly in her lap, her knuckles turning white and she realized she had been holding her breath. Slowly, so as to not draw attention, she let the air leave her lungs, and took in a fresh breath.
The cart rocked slightly as it rolled over the rocky road, leaving Black Brush Station behind and heading towards Camp Drybone, the sun slowly climbing higher into the sky, causing the air around them to heat up, and Kieaira was starting to feel it. Small beads of sweat had begun to form on her forehead, to the point where she was forced to unclasp her hands and reach for her bag that rest upon the floor of the cart. She dared not look at anyone as she reached down and pulled forth a small square piece of cloth which she used to dab at her forehead.
I wish I were home. She found herself longing for the cool shade of the large trees of the Black Shroud, and more so than that, the comfort of her tiny home, where she lived alone, away from prying eyes, and questions. Sure it's a lonely life ... but clearly I am not good with this social interaction stuff... Should I blame my parents for raising me to be like this? A soft sigh was the only sound that escaped her lips as they continued to ride along the path. Don't be silly, Kieaira. It's not their fault... Why can''t you just be like the other girls? This thought caused her to raise her head and peer over at Lorielle once more, a small smile crossing her lips. She's shy too... I guess I'm not completely alone...
Softly she cleared her throat. "I ... err ... I don't recall your name." Her question was directed towards the dark haired male, but she dare not look at him, his actions confused her, and his silence only made her worry more ... if that was even possible.