You cannot be serious...
After talking to Mar'i (YEAH! Mar'i!) Bette has been walking back to her room. She's forcing herself to walk back to her room. As much as she wants to run, she's talking because drawing attention to herself is not what she wants to do. When she gets to a long hallway, she has to hold herself back from doing a tumbling pass down it.
Apparently. A reporter. Wants. To interview. Flamebird.
What the hell is up with that? It is totally cool, of course, but it seems really out of nowhere. Does someone actually know who she is? Has she done enough that someone cares? She's gotten used to people not knowing who she was - in costume at least. She hasn't been this nervous about an interview since she was ten. Opening up her door, she slides into the room and closes the curtains.
It takes a few moments of breathing to calm herself down as well as to prepare herself for putting on the costume. (She almost didn't bring it but you never know when you might need to be all action-y, you know?) There is a brief moment of panic as she forgets where it is she'd discovered he was staying. She'd had it all worked out. As she adjusts bits here and there, she goes back through it again.
Three over and four down. And hope that she's in the right place.
Stepping out onto her balcony, she's quickly in motion, dropping over the side and swinging to the next balcony, there just a moment before she pushes off again to the next one and then the next and then she's there - perched on the railing of his (she hopes) balcony, smiling, for a moment before she reaches out to knock on the sliding glass door.
Apparently. A reporter. Wants. To interview. Flamebird.
What the hell is up with that? It is totally cool, of course, but it seems really out of nowhere. Does someone actually know who she is? Has she done enough that someone cares? She's gotten used to people not knowing who she was - in costume at least. She hasn't been this nervous about an interview since she was ten. Opening up her door, she slides into the room and closes the curtains.
It takes a few moments of breathing to calm herself down as well as to prepare herself for putting on the costume. (She almost didn't bring it but you never know when you might need to be all action-y, you know?) There is a brief moment of panic as she forgets where it is she'd discovered he was staying. She'd had it all worked out. As she adjusts bits here and there, she goes back through it again.
Three over and four down. And hope that she's in the right place.
Stepping out onto her balcony, she's quickly in motion, dropping over the side and swinging to the next balcony, there just a moment before she pushes off again to the next one and then the next and then she's there - perched on the railing of his (she hopes) balcony, smiling, for a moment before she reaches out to knock on the sliding glass door.