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H E A T H E RXD E V E R E U X
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Location: Aires - Haru's Farm
Dialogue Color âĻ #8A4E62
Thought Color ⧠#3A0012
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H E A T H E RXD E V E R E U X
_____ T H EXA R T I S T _____
Outfit: Link Here
Location: Aires - Haru's Farm
Dialogue Color âĻ #8A4E62
Thought Color ⧠#3A0012
It took a moment longer than she liked for Heather to realize that another person had entered the room. It didn't occur to her until she heard another voice - feminine - thank the woman with the scar and Heather's eyes shot up to the blonde, hand immediately swiping at a stray tear before it could be seen. At least, she hoped it hadn't been seen. Considering their her apparent luck for the day, anything was possible at this point. Luckily, it seemed like the girl was more concentrated on speaking, which was fine with Heather. She could appreciate the distraction at this point and honestly, it felt good to hear someone else babble. She was pretty sure at some point she'd start doing it, so at least she wouldn't be alone. She couldn't help but snort at the girl's recollection of the past events, a small grin taking the place of the frown that had marred her face only minutes ago.
"Trust me," Heather insisted after a huff of breath, an almost uncomfortable laugh mixed with relief at interacting with someone she could deem as normal, "I was definitely as confused as I am now." The admittance almost made her frown, but Angela extended a hand and Heather took it, shaking it with a smile.
In truth, Heather hadn't known what to do at the time. Her instinct, as she always had joked with friends about what they would do in lieu of a killer or monster from whatever movie they watched, had been to run, but she had not been able to. For once, especially in retrospection now that she wasn't in a large crowd nor in immediate danger (at least, as far as she was concerned), Heather actually understood the paralyzing fear or shock she read about from the countless heroes and heroines whose books she had at home. How they were unable to move even when they knew that they should, even when they wanted to. The only fortifying thing had been the person standing beside her and the words Tallyho had uttered. Even though faint and to herself, they were the first things that Heather had been able to take hold of when in such a perilous situation and she had clung to them - reveled in them, even. Those words and Tallyho's presence had felt like the realest thing in an unfamiliar and like Angela said, weird, situation. Heather had done nothing but cleave to them like a child when all she wanted was to be near her mother again.
"I'm Heather, nice to meet you," she said, genuine, before rising. She gathered the dress, which felt more like a shift and reminded her of The Tudors series she had once geeked out over, in her arms in consideration. "Well, I'm gonna go try the bath thing out. More than likely not gonna be what I think it is considering I'm pretty sure we're back in 1352, but I could honestly use it. See you in a bit?" Heather shot Angela a wider smile before heading towards the bedroom door and out of it, peeking around the empty hall.
The wedge heel of sandals clacked against the thick wood of the floor as Heather descended down the steps. The descent was actually a touch harder than the ascent, her choice of shoes for the day biting her in the ass as the steep steps seemed more like a death trap this time around. Once outside, Heather took another deep breath, ready to follow the instructions that would've led her to the baths, but a figure in a periphery's presence demanded her attention more. Heather glanced to her left and noted the woman with the scar, tilting her head slightly as she watched the woman gaze at the sunset over the mountains. The sun's rays painted an orange glow upon the land around them, the color blending into the pinks and fading blue of the sky in a way that Heather longed to depict with her oil paints and brush. Maybe that was what caused her steps to head into that direction, maybe it was the mountains themselves...Heather didn't know. All that she knew was that at one point she had decided upon heading towards the baths, and the next she was nearing the scarred woman.
"It's a beautiful view," Heather commented once settled by the woman's side. "I'm Heather, by the way, I didn't mean to intrude," she added after a furtive glance the woman's way, her gaze going back to the sunset. "The only time I really got to see a sight like this was when I went camping. I used to hate not being able to paint it."
"Trust me," Heather insisted after a huff of breath, an almost uncomfortable laugh mixed with relief at interacting with someone she could deem as normal, "I was definitely as confused as I am now." The admittance almost made her frown, but Angela extended a hand and Heather took it, shaking it with a smile.
In truth, Heather hadn't known what to do at the time. Her instinct, as she always had joked with friends about what they would do in lieu of a killer or monster from whatever movie they watched, had been to run, but she had not been able to. For once, especially in retrospection now that she wasn't in a large crowd nor in immediate danger (at least, as far as she was concerned), Heather actually understood the paralyzing fear or shock she read about from the countless heroes and heroines whose books she had at home. How they were unable to move even when they knew that they should, even when they wanted to. The only fortifying thing had been the person standing beside her and the words Tallyho had uttered. Even though faint and to herself, they were the first things that Heather had been able to take hold of when in such a perilous situation and she had clung to them - reveled in them, even. Those words and Tallyho's presence had felt like the realest thing in an unfamiliar and like Angela said, weird, situation. Heather had done nothing but cleave to them like a child when all she wanted was to be near her mother again.
"I'm Heather, nice to meet you," she said, genuine, before rising. She gathered the dress, which felt more like a shift and reminded her of The Tudors series she had once geeked out over, in her arms in consideration. "Well, I'm gonna go try the bath thing out. More than likely not gonna be what I think it is considering I'm pretty sure we're back in 1352, but I could honestly use it. See you in a bit?" Heather shot Angela a wider smile before heading towards the bedroom door and out of it, peeking around the empty hall.
The wedge heel of sandals clacked against the thick wood of the floor as Heather descended down the steps. The descent was actually a touch harder than the ascent, her choice of shoes for the day biting her in the ass as the steep steps seemed more like a death trap this time around. Once outside, Heather took another deep breath, ready to follow the instructions that would've led her to the baths, but a figure in a periphery's presence demanded her attention more. Heather glanced to her left and noted the woman with the scar, tilting her head slightly as she watched the woman gaze at the sunset over the mountains. The sun's rays painted an orange glow upon the land around them, the color blending into the pinks and fading blue of the sky in a way that Heather longed to depict with her oil paints and brush. Maybe that was what caused her steps to head into that direction, maybe it was the mountains themselves...Heather didn't know. All that she knew was that at one point she had decided upon heading towards the baths, and the next she was nearing the scarred woman.
"It's a beautiful view," Heather commented once settled by the woman's side. "I'm Heather, by the way, I didn't mean to intrude," she added after a furtive glance the woman's way, her gaze going back to the sunset. "The only time I really got to see a sight like this was when I went camping. I used to hate not being able to paint it."