04-01-2020, 12:11 AM
Fear leaking, seeping from her pores, surely he could smell the way she balked- she can smell herself.
Pins and needles find the base of her neck before racing down her spine, peppering her skin with gooseflesh. It happened in much the same fashion as the rain did, and it was only now that the chill of the Spring downpour caused her to shiver. Worry is a heavy sensation, when faced with the severity of the situation, J is unsure of what to do. Her brain knows what it should do, but convincing her body to act was another problem entirely.
The girl is rigid, feigning bravery, until the circumstances take a turn.
It left so suddenly, that smell of danger, only to be replaced with the familiarity of horse- she is still confused. Wide nostrils flare, inhaling the scent of the other until her ears unpin and the way her mind races, comes to an abrupt halt.
“What are you?” These words find their way passed her lips just as easily, if not as equally rushed as before. Questions for questions, her bottom lip quivers as she speaks, appearing to be on the verge of tears that she dare not cry.
“I’m not lost,” her head moves, side to side, the generic gesture for no. Oh but she is so very lost, the sweet thing, but not in the conventional sort of way.
“My name is Jenger,” another whisper, because as much as she has recited the word to herself, it still felt alien to say in front of a stranger. It holds a quality of uncertainty, as though she is not only telling him, but telling herself- and simultaneously trying to believe it.
“Of course I’m from here, where else is there?” Sheltered, one might say, naive another might dare deem her.
She is so much more than that.
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