#asharinhun

I still like to think that they are the most jealous people anyone would even have the chance of knowing but it’s just different brands of jealousy.

Like someone flirting with Winter is enough to make Cinder go full bore into leaning on top of her and draping herself over the Schnee while humming and hawing at Winter. It’s Cinder making a show of how she is the only one able to like sit over and lounge with Winter like this.

If she were to look back on this, one day, she might have determined how to approach the situation with a more rational mind. The trouble was always how one thinks in the moment, of course. Nenniah had little practice with decorum and grace, so it came as no surprise that she'd make a fool of herself.

Pain, white hot, erupted from her toes and shot up her foot as a number of tomes, some astonishingly heavy, landed directly on top of them. There was just no graceful way to express how much it hurt.

"Aaie!" Nenniah cried, hopping back. Immediately, she grabbed her right foot as she yanked it out from beneath the pile of books, hopping side to side on her totally fine left foot as she tried to regain her lost balance.

At last, Nenniah gave up entirely on that notion, and sat down hard on the nearby curb. She began sliding off her boot and sock, carefully, carefully, all the while hissing and groaning about her predicament. With the flashes of pain, came flashes of anger as she cursed herself and everyone around her. Why were mortal bones so laughably fragile? Why did they only have two legs to rely on???

She hadn't even registered Sharyssa's presence yet, as her toes were still throbbing pretty badly. It was no surprise as to why: when she finally got her shoe and sock off, a couple of them looked entirely broken. Nenniah hissed, squeezing the injured foot as she looked up and around, and began to notice her surroundings. Embarrassment crept up into her cheeks as she remembered the strange sound she made when the books fell on her foot.

Nenniah looked to the Nightborne attempting to gather her things together. While her own pain hazed in the background, she suddenly realized that the woman had only one arm; again, mortal folly. No wonder she had dropped the books.

"Ow, tsss..., with how much magic is thrown around these days, one would hope there was a better way to carry heavy books! Ow..."

Cyniari was making her way around however she turned when she heard a call of her name by a familiar voice. However before she could respond she was tackled by two familiar children. "Oh hi there!" She laughed and gave the kids a little hug.

She then looked up at Serena with a smile. "Hello to you...!" She then offered her a hug as well. "How have you been? It's been a little bit. Though.. not that long.. but long enough. Has it been long?" She rambled a bit but shook her head with a smile. "Doesn't matter. How are you?"

Ty for the ask! ^o^ Hope you like!

Usually Phe watched where she was going, but her mind was all over the place right now! Her attention had only drifted briefly to one of the stores, which apparently was just enough time to not realize she was about to collide into someone.

“Ah, fuck!” The contact made her jolt a little, quickly glancing to the person she’d run into. “Sorry, that’s my bad. You’d think I’d compensate better...”

One-eye jokes. Phe was a riot.

Melorica held out her arms and flipped her hands palm up. “Nothing physical recently, I’m happy to report!” She offer a brief smile that soon withered as she crossed her arms over her stomach. 

“As for emotional... yeah, definitely. My papa passed away during the Shattering, when Deathwing came to the City. Mother disappeared soon after.” She heaved a sigh. “And that’s all I have to say about that.”