Snippet #2428948

Rose refrain from rolling her eyes and said nothing, although she did follow him dutifully. She did, however, not accept his hand either and simply clutched on to her bag. If she had to walk, she would do it now herself, even if it was painful. After all, the distance couldn't be that far, now, could it? At least she hoped there wasn't, since her ankle cried out in agony each time she put it down. Although rose tried to refrain from putting as much weight as possible on her injured ankle, it still hurt tremendously. The snow didn't exactly make anything easier, and she was limping slightly... but at least the white, melting stuff wasn't that hard to cut through. It simply drenched her further than she already was... which is negative too, I suppose.

Once they started closing in on the other side of the rode, the motorcycle caught her attention. It looked more like something you'd find in a horror illustration than an actual vehicle. The mare thought of having to ride it made her feel slightly (only slightly) sick. She sincerely hoped that wasn't what he was going to bring her home o- trailing off in her thoughts she noticed there weren't really any other vehicles around. Well, there were a few bikes parked not too far away from it, but Rose didn't really think any of them would belong to Sebastian.

As the realization of this hit her, the color slowly started to drain from her face. "Don't say..." she couldn't continue and simply gulped, not finding the words within her to finish her sentence as she stare at the motorbike for quite a while. She glanced at him briefly, uncertainly, and then back at the bike; speechless.