Pins. (Trample-Them)
Oh. Hm. She looks off to the side, unsure if she wants to brave the intensity of Sejuani’s eyes just yet. Ashe knows already that there’s no use in struggling to free herself. If Sejuani wants to keep her there, she will. Their difference in physical strength is too apparent. Soft rosiness flushes her cheeks and over the bridge of her nose; she’ll blame it on the cold if asked. “...What are you doing?”












