Haunted Wood every atom of my blood

he falls, and she laughs, short and quick and gone just as fast. she expects, for a moment, the game to continue, but then he speaks and she is reminded starkly that this is not blackfeather, valour is not her sister, and this is not the place to play games. her countenance tightens, darkens.

embarrassment is not the emotion she expects to feel, and she is starkly aware that she does not know how to proceed. for a long moment, she simply faces him. and then she surges forward, not really wanting to fight him but at a loss of what to do besides, attempting a messy tackle. 

LOL big mood @ valour