[ HASTE ]: in urgent need of getting to safety as fast as possible, the sender scoops up the receiver and starts running because it's quicker and easier to just carry them than expect them to keep pace. -- for Roza
REASONS TO CARRY SOMEONE. ( A PROMPT LIST! )
"Chakai malko-" So great was her surprise that Roza had unexpectedly switched to her native Bulgarian, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. But the shock had not stolen her words. It could not make her hold her words back. (She didn't know if anything ever could.) Dammit! The small mural would have to wait. Her plans for that day had all gone haywire. She had dropped the piece of chalk and the pretty portrait - with its backdrop of a sky - had remained almost finished, at the hands of a few of the children who had gathered, leaving their own chalk drawings alone.
Then again, life is what happens while you think you're busy making other plans.
"What was it?" Finally, her words made their way back to her mouth. Why was she having to push them out with such effort, like she was Sisyphus shoving the rock uphill with his whole strength? "It won't have been the first time I've faced off danger. I know what to do." With those words - whether against her will or not - rose vines rose from the tattoos over her arms, hovering a few inches from the stranger's face.
Roza wasn't enough of a fool to distrust someone who was obviously trying to save her... but who the hell could tell her if this wasn't just a step towards more trouble?
