Blackfoot Forest black skies only know how to bleed

When she hit the ground, she managed to keep her jaw locked together so that upon contact, she doesn’t sever her tongue but the impact left her on the ground for a few seconds without moving. Orca’s eyes remained close, heaving a deep breath of defeat before she began the process of untangling her legs from the knot of the tree. She she pressed down against the earth to stand, legs a little shaky and tired, she caught a glimpse of white from the corner of her eyes.

Orca turns to look at another standing a few yards away from her, watching. He made no effort to see if she was okay, simply staring in her direction with an expression she wasn’t able to read. Her brows knitted between her gaze, forcing herself the rest of the way up. A pain in her shoulder reminded her of the fall and she wasn’t able to put an even amount of weight on all limbs. She leaned back a little so she can ease some of the pressure but her cheeks are warmed with embarrassment the longer the other doesn’t say anything.

“You uh, you didn’t see that, right?” she tentatively asked knowing the answer and can only hope that he might leave her with a shred of dignity and lie to her.