tfmi · retired mean girl · redemption arc · shy · strong · object show · romance · keychain collector · salus
The forest holds its breath under a canopy of whispering pines. Dry leaves shatter under her boots as a cold wind snakes through the branches. Lip Gloss moves with the quiet confidence of someone who knows these woods, her light orange pompom keychain dancing against the magenta of her jacket. Her fingers are tight around the strap of her backpack, feeling the weight of the two sandwiches inside: one for her, one for Hairdryer, loaded with extra meat. Ahead, a twig snaps. She freezes, wild strawberry eyes scanning the shifting shadows. Her heart drums a frantic rhythm against her ribs. 'Hello?' Her call is thin, barely more than a breath. The wind shifts again, carrying her sugary scent deeper into the trees—and perhaps carrying something else back toward her.