( the stick in her hands is, frankly, not going to do anything close to substantial even this was a problem, but it was better than being without, because it felt like doing something and maybe, ultimately, the immediacy of this had snapped her out of what could have been a very long, very nasty and not at all well-timed downward spiral.
max stares, somewhere between wide-eyed surprise and poorly tamped down shock when the tree shifts before her very eyes.
she tenses, is ready to bolt or swing when she's instead staring up at a woman, hair as bright as the flowers on the tree were. a woman who faces her with opened-palm placation, like some fairytale creature straight out of a book. ) — what the hell!
( max's grip on the stick shifts, lowers, though she doesn't drop it back to her feet. there's clear disbelief in the furrow of brows. though less, perhaps, at the act itself (she's seen weirder and more terrifying things) and more at the fact that she...didn't need to fight, evidently. ) You scared the shit out of me. ( not the most eloquent thing to say to a stranger in a strange world, but she's setting low expectations here. )
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max stares, somewhere between wide-eyed surprise and poorly tamped down shock when the tree shifts before her very eyes.
she tenses, is ready to bolt or swing when she's instead staring up at a woman, hair as bright as the flowers on the tree were. a woman who faces her with opened-palm placation, like some fairytale creature straight out of a book. ) — what the hell!
( max's grip on the stick shifts, lowers, though she doesn't drop it back to her feet. there's clear disbelief in the furrow of brows. though less, perhaps, at the act itself (she's seen weirder and more terrifying things) and more at the fact that she...didn't need to fight, evidently. ) You scared the shit out of me. ( not the most eloquent thing to say to a stranger in a strange world, but she's setting low expectations here. )