[ She twists urgently to see the dunderhead that's stepped so fatefully beneath her falling fruits, feline not in grace but in the sharpness of her stare -- a creature that is prey and predator both and hasn't figured out which one she ought to be in this moment, before finally chancing a journey down. Leaves and insects and twigs shower down in her careful navigation down the twisting branches, before she slips ever so, throwing out an arm to catch herself some ten feet off the ground.
Her staring face appears through the branches, white showing around burned blue. Her mouth twists, some kind of display of teeth that is equal parts grin as well as-- something else. Strong emotion that is confusing and so can only translate into anger.
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Her staring face appears through the branches, white showing around burned blue. Her mouth twists, some kind of display of teeth that is equal parts grin as well as-- something else. Strong emotion that is confusing and so can only translate into anger.
Accusatory; ]
You're always bleeding. And mumbling a susurrus.