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Things quickly smooth out for the better and a lopsided smile forms on her features, followed by a slight tilt of her head. She seems to baffle him somehow and her smile turns into a grin, watching as he points in an unfamiliar and unexplored direction. Her bright eyes follow the gesture as if she knows exactly what he’s pointing at but there isn’t anything but more trees and the rest of the creek. “I guess I’m not really lost. I wasn’t going anywhere in particular,” she says with an indifferent shrug of her left shoulder. When she pulls her attention back to him, she notes how dainty he seems but she likes his colors most of all. “It was just my time to move on,” she tacks on a beat later.

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