⌜ * . ❛ @consitor / STARTER !
it's early. much earlier than she's been accustomed; hopefully not early enough to intrude any more than she already planned. not that it would stop her plan, exactly — her termagant bearing much too striking to hold for formality's sake. the hour was enough to taint her cheeks in dawn’s musty dew, skin still hardened underneath from the chill of her ride’s harsh winds. she’d brought two helmets, this time — and it feels strange tapping at hers so rhythmically as she waits for tamsin’s answer to her morning ruckus. it took all of three seconds after knocking to find herself cradling it over her stomach, second guessing just about every step she’s made since waking up. and it is so unlike her, she knows — despite how strangely harmonious she feels around this seeming opposite of hers; even in quiet. so she thinks of how that makes her more likely to accept. thinks of how that makes it stranger still, and distressingly one-sided, should she reject. and her fingers start pacing faster.
