Lost Creek Hollow breakfast at tiffany's

He slowed down sooner than she had thought, and he seemed exhausted, too... Quill slowed, herself, to draw nearer to him. Eshe needed to be fast, she had been running for a damn long time. She was panting herself and about to respond when... he was off! Wh-?

Quill kicked off again into a run. And this time she wouldn't slow down! She rounded the copse herself and grinned, hoping to do more than just tag him. Quill continued to bound, her weight flying toward him in her carefree sprint before she attempted to pounce him. His own weight was far greater and the average sized woman wasn't made for the takedown, but her spirit at the least could be commended. Eshe had the best of intentions, of course; to get as close to him as she possibly could.