Ziva was tired, exhausted from a combined school and work day. Of course, that didn't stop her from flying off to her friends when Annie had called her up to go on another one of her little adventures. With each step she took she was reminded just how cold it was outside. The rips in the knees of her jeans were making said part of her body cold and while her leather jacket and boots kept her relatively warm, her lack of gloves or a scarf had her shivering every once in a while. To fight this, the blue haired woman just tried to keep moving as fast as possible.
Humming softly to herself, a distraction really, Ziva could hear Noelle's comments from in front of her. They had her smiling to herself, thoroughly entertained by the other woman's words. Sometimes she thought of Noelle as the dedicated 'mom' of the group, always worrying and trying to get all of her friends from going along with Anita's plans. Of course, she always accompanied them anyway.
So was this endeavor really worth all the effort? Was it worth the biting cold and wind that kepis burning every part of exposed skin that Ziva had? Well, no, not really. There was, (un)fortunately, no blood thirsty monster. The scariest thing that had occurred was Noelle screaming when she had slipped on the way up. On the bright side Ziva did get to spend some time with her friends, at least that was nice.
As Noelle suggested their departure, Ziva was rather happy. She really wasn't dressed appropriately for their expedition. Something caught her eyes as she turned to leave though. The black feathers that covered the floor hadn't really interested her earlier, too cold, but there was just something about them at that moment. Slowly she knelt down, brushing he fingers over one of the soft items. It took her a few minutes, but eventually the woman picked it up and shoved it into one of her coat pockets. Her hazel eyes skimmed over the cave one last time before she followed after the others. There was something strange about it, but then again maybe that feeling was just the fact that she hadn't eaten since noon.
Home was, of course, where they all parted ways. It was nice to live in the same building, but they all still needed their own space. Still freezing and tired, Ziva got inside and kicked her shoes off haphazardly. Heading straight into her bedroom, the young woman stripped and began her long regiment to get ready for bed. One long scalding shower, make-up removal, and a change into sweats and a tee and she was ready to sleep. Something still irked her though.
Heading over to her vanity, Ziva reached into her jacket which hung on the chair. The feather was still soft to the touch as she lifted it out. It was pretty she had to admit, but it was a feather. Enjoying the feeling of it between her fingers for just a second longer, she laid the item down before heading back over to her bed and sinking into the sheets. It was going to be one hell of a day when she got up.
So waking up late wasn't nice. Thanks to Noelle, and her offer of actual breakfast, Ziva woke up. Sure there was no time to eat said offered food, but at least she had time to get herself decent looking before leaving her apartment. Thank goodness for taking a shower the night before.
Running around her room like a chicken with its head cut off, the blue haired woman threw on a long red shirt with a red and pink blended off the shoulder cover before slipping into some dark blue jeans. She couldn't leave her house bare faced so purple eyeliner was applied in a hurry before she tripped out her door trying to put her boots on and her coat in hand. Bolting down the stairs in the hurry she shot a quick text Noelle's way.
Thanks for the offer Frost, but no time. Appreciated the wakeup call though.And with that she was off to class, no time to notice the missing feather on her desk or the new tattoo on her wrist.