"There's so much drama and emotion present, it's a pretty accurate capturing of the atmosphere in the camp. Are you and your sunshine and blossom up to the task?" She smiles at him, patting him on his thigh in a platonic manner. It never occurred to ask for permission to touch him, and she just so happens to be quite physical to one's dismay, or even to their delight. “My father told me that my timing of arrival was quite specific. So, I’d like to think that maybe my sunshine and blossom is exactly what someone here needs.” The smile she gives off is not a knowing one, nor does it imply that it is, in fact, him that she hopes to reach. It’s just something to match the glimmer of hope in her eyes that maybe, just maybe, she could find a way to live her life again. She wasn’t as happy as her brilliant aura implied. She’s miserable. She misses things - her mother, for one. Let’s not pretend that she still isn’t sickly attached to her ex-boyfriend despite the years in the past it had been since she last was with him. Her father ruined her life quite successfully, and ever since, she’s felt… empty. Unfulfilled. Like she never had a choice in what parts of her life came and went. Part of her needed to get that back somehow - her freedom of having control over her life. But for now, she thought that other people’s happiness would somehow make everything fall right into place. That, and well, she’s just a natural charmer — just pure goodness with a little darkness in her past.
"Your friend didn’t stay long." She shrugs gently at that, “I know it’s going to sound silly to you,” she begins, facing him and brushing some hair behind her right ear, “I just needed her to know who I was and that I was here. That’s all. I’m sure she has better things to do than hang around with me. Not everyone is easy to warm up to, no matter how nice you are.”
Just as those last words leave her lips, he’s asking if he’d ride with her. She would have answered if it were not for something about him going adrift. It would seem that right at that same moment he was pulling away from her to the source of his newfound attention, her father walks up behind her.
“Be careful, Cherise, you might burn a hole through the back of his skull if you stare at him any harder,” Apollo seems to laugh at her. She turns bright red for a second, pivoting to face him with a huffing breath of small but very unconvincing defiance of his implication. “I just met him. Goodness!”
She slung her crossbow over a shoulder and located Keith, maybe even right at that moment when he was thinking about who he could rely on for support. She was a new face, sure - but an honest soul. Maybe he wasn’t sure of it now, but who knows?
She waved and smiled at him. She catches herself in a light jog toward him and speaks now that they are in chatting distance, “I call front this time, and maybe a nice upbeat tune. Unless you're waiting on someone, then, well - I can just hop on a flying horse with someone else. I don't want to seem like I am just clinging to the first cute face I see.”