Snippet #2515312

Tallyho paced around the forest. Though she told Kwasi staying in there till dark wouldn’t be a good idea, she was seriously beginning to contemplate it. It wasn’t that hard…she’d slept in nature before and nothing bad happened aside from a few bug bites. The blonde sighed and slumped down onto the roots of a large tree. She felt like she was at the top of the cliff again and she couldn’t do this for another… Aires knows how long. Every time she was forced to cooperate in group activities whether they were extreme cliff diving or just eating Tallyho felt an inherent urge to leave the area. And it usually went the same way. She’d get uncomfortable and leave and her absence never disturbed the activities. It was good because she was free to do whatever she wanted. Why… If she wanted to run away from the Month Warrior deal she could do so easily. But it was still a little disheartening knowing that no matter what she did or where she went it wouldn’t really matter to those people. Suddenly kind gestures seemed phonier. Every smile or compliment (if she actually got that many) was invalid.
She honestly felt like she was swimming back there.
But judging by Kat’s unhelpful description… she was doing anything but. Doing exactly what Harper was doing. But the difference between her and Harper was that if Harper died it would mean the world to the same people who “couldn’t stand him”. She didn’t think they disliked him that much actually. They all flocked to his side as if they had known and cared about him for years. This was an exercise of brotherhood and they passed. Tallyho would just have to find her own test and her own people and—
Fuck.
Here came Dorian. It wasn’t that she wanted her observations about the relations between her and the rest of the group to be a reality but it seemed like just when she was beginning to make her point someone had to come and try to change her mind.
This was both annoying and comforting. But the thing about Dorian was that he didn’t generally approach her with the same campy false affections so many of the others fed to her. He asked if she was alright and she looked away, her eyes glazing past him briefly.
“I’m alright I guess. What about the King?”
Of course she was referring to Harper and she didn’t give Dorian much time to answer before speaking again.
“If you’re looking for food out here I haven’t found any yet.”