The approach of someone else draws her attention immediately. While she hadn’t been expecting company, it would be a lie to say that she had expected to remain alone. Especially around here. And maybe that’s why she’d chosen this spot.
Who knows. She certainly isn’t keen on doing any deep emotional dives into why she (or anyone) does the things they’re doing anyway.
Her greeting does leave Noel vaguely confused however. Frowning, she looks down at the rock she had idly kicked out of boredom. As though the answer to the question might somehow magically be written on the surface. Her own brows knit in a unconsciously similar fashion to her new companion’s, as though she might actually work out that puzzle.
“Uh, it’s a rock?” she finally replies a bit quizzically before shrugging abruptly and lifting her gaze to the spotted girl. With a slight gruffness, she continues, “Wrong place, wrong time I guess.”
She’s still not entirely certain why she was so concerned about a stone. Not that Noel is any scholar, but she’s pretty sure she would’ve heard by now if rocks were actually sentient. But after a somewhat lengthy moment of peering uncertainly at the stranger, she decides it doesn’t especially matter anyway.
Just as quickly and easily as that, the lines on her face ease as her disgruntled confusion slips away. “Noel,” she offers then, her own somewhat inept way of giving an olive branch.
- noel
I love her :hearteyes:
@[Swing]