Brooding girl is brooding. (OTA)
*Being without her wings was a jarring experience. She hated how off-balance she felt. Barely on her feet and she'd about fallen over. Several times. She was so used to leaning forward to compensate for the slight amount of weight those things provided. As small as it was, it was enough for her to notice when they were gone. And John was freaking her right the fuck out. She loved her Firefly dearly but the whole ...feral thing was insane. He'd find her if he wanted to but right now, she needed a few minutes to herself.
She didn't want to go far, though. Knowing her luck, Emma and Victor were at the lagoon and she wasn't about to walk in on that. No, sir. No, thank you.
The farthest she'd gone was the campfire. With her arms crossed over her knees and her back pressed against a log (which, for the record? it felt weird.) she watched the activity around her. She was frowning, trying to hide it but even without her wings, her posture gave it away*
She didn't want to go far, though. Knowing her luck, Emma and Victor were at the lagoon and she wasn't about to walk in on that. No, sir. No, thank you.
The farthest she'd gone was the campfire. With her arms crossed over her knees and her back pressed against a log (which, for the record? it felt weird.) she watched the activity around her. She was frowning, trying to hide it but even without her wings, her posture gave it away*