Porcupine Ridge Here, There And Everywhere

As the woman drew nearer, Ibis' nearest ear flicked to show she was aware of her presence. They settled along the ridge, at first merely sitting nearby, but then within the silence stirred a voice. Not wanting to appear closed-off (despite feeling exactly that), Ibis glanced towards the giant of a woman with a thin smile upon her face. A practised look, this time unnaturally cold compared to how the girl usually composed herself. She just couldn't summon enough good feeling in that moment.

A tough night indeed. There had been many during her short life thus far. Ibis nods, watching over the ledge for a moment longer, and then focuses on her present company. Unfortunately, she murmurs with a little nod, but then bypasses that topic in lieu of another: But just look at that view. Makes me feel bad for, well, feeling.. bad. Did that even make sense? It was hard for her to be the positive, up-beat, always-cheerful little girl these days - but maybe she didn't have to be that way all the time.