Breathing a quiet sigh, the redhead's shoulders relax, but that isn't to say that she finds ease in the presence of this stranger. Grell has been standing here for what feels like hours, finding peace in the sunrise and inevitable darkness to follow-- and now, it's ruined. The thought of throwing oneself off a cliff quite suddenly, in front of new company, is immensely uncomfortable!
Wrapping her coat close against her body, her arms fold over her middle. First, she intends to move further away - enough so that they shouldn't find one another in the fog - but, no, she knows that the man is still there, and she begins pacing with agitation.
Who is he, anyway? It isn't just his urgency, or the utter carelessness of managing his horse-- a melancholy looms about him that she is all too familiar with.
Timidly, she approaches. Wild red hair lashes against her face under the wind. One could barely make out the mended hinges of her round spectacles and the battered hazel eyes that hide behind them. ]
W- [ A swallow, as she forces her voice to raise in volume, despite how it wavers. ] We could go together, you and I...
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Breathing a quiet sigh, the redhead's shoulders relax, but that isn't to say that she finds ease in the presence of this stranger. Grell has been standing here for what feels like hours, finding peace in the sunrise and inevitable darkness to follow-- and now, it's ruined. The thought of throwing oneself off a cliff quite suddenly, in front of new company, is immensely uncomfortable!
Wrapping her coat close against her body, her arms fold over her middle. First, she intends to move further away - enough so that they shouldn't find one another in the fog - but, no, she knows that the man is still there, and she begins pacing with agitation.
Who is he, anyway? It isn't just his urgency, or the utter carelessness of managing his horse-- a melancholy looms about him that she is all too familiar with.
Timidly, she approaches. Wild red hair lashes against her face under the wind. One could barely make out the mended hinges of her round spectacles and the battered hazel eyes that hide behind them. ]
W- [ A swallow, as she forces her voice to raise in volume, despite how it wavers. ] We could go together, you and I...
[ Looking away, she extends her hand. ]
If you want...