Nimbus Summit nerds trying to dance

fuck it. she didn't want to tell anyone where they were going; she didn't want to make a thing out of it or offer explanations or anything. heda was uncomfortable with the spike of frustration she experienced when caracal turned to stare right at the other boy.
"that's ensio," heda murmured, clearing her throat. "and i was killing pheasants. they ganged up on me," she fibbed, for it had been less an avian conspiracy and more herself slamming her own body into things.