there is a very small part of her that feels RELIEF at the sight of the group approaching; for so long she has been ALONE, without any contact that wasn’t animal or enemy or both — she was HUNGERED for it, nearly as much as she’d come to fear it. SHE WAS NOT A GIRL, NOT ANYMORE: she was hands and skin and sweat and dirt, and the memories she’d held so c l o s e to her, the same way she still cradled her father’s watch to her chest when she needed a reminder that her heart had weathered unspeakable loss and beat on despite it, have become difficult to RECALL. and yet, her hands, now reminiscent of CLAWS, yearned to touch — even as she feared she could no longer do so without inflicting harm. a sort of choked LAUGH unwillingly bubbles up in her throat in response to the woman’s words as she puzzles out the larger part of her that had become INSTINCT: those very same hands that at times felt unbearably cold and envied mere FLAMES for their temperature could kill just as easily, and had. those who had named her after DEATH sought to tempt her, and she’d thought she’d evaded them, but as soon as she believed herself to be free, another revealed their presence. surely this girl was no different.
‘ just passing through, ’ she responds in a HOARSE voice, head lowered and thick, matted dark red tresses falling into her face in an attempt to conceal her identity. eyeing the woman and the men surrounding her, she attempts to peg her with a certain clan, surprised by her tongue of choice. grounders usually opted for their language — but this woman, she didn’t look like a GROUNDER. or a sky person. or anyone she’d ever seen before. ‘ i’m not sure what kind of ASSISTANCE you could possibly provide. ’ it’s true, she’d meant the words to come out in a clipped tone. but instead, they were simply EARNEST, devoid of attitude and more TIRED than anything else.
the princess watches her for several moments, hazel eyes growing soft. she didn’t appear to be a threat but then again neither did eretria. amberle knew better than to judge anyone based upon looks alone. perhaps she was out here all on her own and dressed as though she had no home for a reason. ( though if she were, she severely doubted that it was her choice. ) pushing on the saddle of her horse, she gracefully dismounts it, swinging her leg over and down to greet the ground. she has not forgotten the possible impending threat but she can’t ignore her like this either. ( it would be just like a demon to appeal to her good heart, wouldn’t it? how ironic will it be if her humanity is what gets her killed. ) unfolding a pack, she pulls out a cloth bag with an assortment of food. bread rolls, fruits, cheese------all items from the palace. they weren’t but a day or so old. she’d been saving them for later but amberle had access to these things all the time at home, this girl didn’t seem to.
a few grunts of disapproval followed by murmurs of princess and don’t flee a few lips and she only ignores them with a dismissive wave of her hand. amberle was perfectly capable of handling herself if she needed to. there were plenty things she could offer this girl, but food seemed to be the least likely to offend her. ❝ --------i have food, for a start. ❞ she states, extending the bundle out to her with the stretch of her arm. she’s careful to keep a close enough distance.
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