Her head still hurt from the unfortunate tumble she'd made down the hill, but she was lucky to not be seriously wounded. She hoped with her dear life Maia wouldn't tell anyone about her blunder, but seeing as the Firebirds were kinda gossip-y she wouldn't be surprised if everybody knew already. The only one she could trust with her secrets was Phox - his skills, his handsome features... Did she just really just think that?

Never mind those pesky feelings, let's stomp 'em down deeper into our bottles till they burst! She was taking a refreshing winter stroll, enjoying her first few hours without a throbbing headache, not that the freezing nips were any better.

It was kinda weird she was hanging out more with Fig's dad than with Fig himself - wasn't it? Nah, Nellie didn't think so. Phox wasn't like the other adults, he was cool and he kept promises and took her out to hunt. Maybe if she had known that she had completely ruined Phox's chances with her mother and that she'd made Towhee all mad at her, she wouldn't be thinking about all this. Alas, she was oblivious to all the trouble she had caused and therefore the same thoughts kept running around in her concussion of a head.

She spotted Fig, he spotted her, and that meant making conversation. She hadn't seen him much after the bush incident, but days were passing so quickly now that she was back and it all kinda blurred together. She was glad to see him though, besides her brother she didn't have many others (her own age) to hang out with. She chuckled slightly, still clearly embarrassed about it all. Oh - it was worse this time. She said, pausing for dramatic effect. I fell off a hill! Just ask Maia. if Fig was anything like his dad, he wouldn't shout this off the rooftops, but would respect that she had shared such an embarrassing thing with him.

Maybe Figment just needed a little more accidents to happen to him; that was how Nellie met others. Get into the worst situation ever > hope someone will help you > meet them > rinse and repeat. Though perhaps the trouble she'd found herself in with Phox was a little bit too much, especially now that her MOM was getting it on with him - but Nellie didn't know about this yet. Her writer simply couldn't wait for her to discover that little tidbit about her very first crush.

I told you it was WORSE! She masked her mistakes with confidence - she sat down and made some big paw movements that somewhat resembled her movements when she rolled down the hill. I hit my head - 'got a wicked headache, but nothing too broken.

If she was still talking with a smile on her face, one could generally believe she was fine. Her real emotions were worn on her face and in her mannerisms 24/7 and she was bad at hiding them, though with really serious stuff she could keep her mouth shut. She doubted Fig knew her as deep as that yet, but maybe now that they were spending more time together he would get to see more than just an accident-prone dumbass.

She snorted yet again, embracing the noise she had hated before because it wasn't about to change anytime soon. It was better than her "huhuhu" laugh anyway. Not yet, not yet - but hey, with my luck I ain't doubtin' it'll happen. Figment was funny, she did like spending time with him - if her attempts to woo his dad were to fail, perhaps his son was her best chance at finding someone like him. Hopefully she'd never say this out loud, but Nellie often said things she probably shouldn't have. I've never liked caves though, so I'm bettin' ya a free lunch that I'll get trapped in one in the future.

Nellie couldn't help but observe him a little - his smile, his green eyes, the dark coat... Yeah, he didn't look half bad at all. Plus he was nice, made her laugh and spent time with her, that was always a plus. She realized then that she might've been staring just a bit too intensely, so her gaze wandered off to their surroundings before returning to him when he spoke of his love for caves. It was for the best that Nellie hadn't gotten "the talk" yet at that point, or she would've for sure made a sex joke involving her own cave.

I... I'm afraid of the dark. And small spaces. She confessed with a little, nervous wiggle of her shoulders. Caves have both. Was she playing it up a little for entertainment? Hell yes. Was she telling the truth? Hell yes. Would she still join Fig for an adventure into some caves? HELL YES.

She wasn't afraid of much, probably because she'd never been in real danger, but she definitely had a mild form of claustrophobia and the dark was just scary no matter what. With the dark she didn't mean just nighttime, it was more the dark that came with small spaces or dens or holes. She'd been afraid of it as a pup and didn't know why it had stuck with her for so long.

She tipped her head to the side in thought, narrowing her gaze but her expression grew gentler quickly after. She trusted Fig - he'd gotten her dumb head out of a bush for crying out loud - and had no reason not to anymore. She puckered her lips before declaring; Alright then - I'll trust ya. She smiled. How far is'it? She asked then. She needed the exercise, yes, but being lazy felt so fecking great.