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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
To be fair, Heather hadn't thought the scar was something she was supposed to look at. There were people with different skin pigmentation on one part of their body than another, disfigurements and scars galore in the world. Her Dad had scolded her and her sister enough times for the both of them to learn to note that there was, in fact, something not normal, and then consider it a non-pressing issue. Everyone in the world was already self-concious about one thing or another. She saw no point in bringing up something they already either felt some way about or make them feel something when they had worked not to.
Besides, Heather didn't even have time to comment on that because she wound up blinking at the suddenly intense look the other woman shot her. It didn't help that she named at least two of the emotions Heather was feeling, which made Heather's skin prickle with self-consciousness. Heather never saw herself as some unreadable person; she was expressive to a fault, she had to admit, though grudgingly. But still, it never made her comfortable that half of her emotions could be so evident on her face, especially after she had just convinced herself to calm down and put all of that on the back-burner. So, to ignore the discomfort, she huffed out a small breath before retorting, "Shouldn't I be? Scared, I mean?" She cast the still unnamed woman a long look before continuing, "Like you said, I am far, far from home and this, um, Haru...he must know what we've seen today. Been through, even. Shouldn't I be scared?" Heather pointedly ignored the well-meaning jab at loneliness. She was twenty years old, for goodness sake. She was at the age where no one found comfort in being called out for wanting to be held by their mother.
Besides, Heather didn't even have time to comment on that because she wound up blinking at the suddenly intense look the other woman shot her. It didn't help that she named at least two of the emotions Heather was feeling, which made Heather's skin prickle with self-consciousness. Heather never saw herself as some unreadable person; she was expressive to a fault, she had to admit, though grudgingly. But still, it never made her comfortable that half of her emotions could be so evident on her face, especially after she had just convinced herself to calm down and put all of that on the back-burner. So, to ignore the discomfort, she huffed out a small breath before retorting, "Shouldn't I be? Scared, I mean?" She cast the still unnamed woman a long look before continuing, "Like you said, I am far, far from home and this, um, Haru...he must know what we've seen today. Been through, even. Shouldn't I be scared?" Heather pointedly ignored the well-meaning jab at loneliness. She was twenty years old, for goodness sake. She was at the age where no one found comfort in being called out for wanting to be held by their mother.