Shadowwyn Moor if i had to think twice

*DIES*

There came a point when she was at long last hydrated. She lifted her head upward and gulped heavily, this time not falling over to wretch. The water dribbled from her bottom lip and she turned to inspect her surroundings when she noted a male in the distance. If he wasn't the most handsome male she had ever seen in her life, then she wasn't Eshe Endore—Quill, just Quill—and was certainly dead.

She backtracked for a moment. Oh. Oh, man. She herself had never felt more anxious in her life; this was the first male she'd interacted with outside of her own family. That he was taken did not occur to her. The only thing that did was that he'd more likely than not seen her in that moment where she was in bad form. Do I run? Do I stay?

Her ears splayed atop her crown before flicking upward and cupping in his direction.

Tall, dark, and handsome he was, and those eyes—

Well, she had truly ruined things for herself. Murphy's law and all. It tracked her down as death did his victims in Final Destination. "You... you see all that?" It was a fair question, she thought. "Sorry if you did," and she was, she typically had more control to not drink to the point of well, nearly vomiting. "Been a while since I've had a good drink. Or company." Manners were only now remembered, it seemed.