Dragoncrest Cliffs Bluebells

a man and the children gather and she freezes, a bit like a doe in the headlights, wanting nothing more than to melt into the sand as she feels the adults' eyes on her.

unwelcome, unwelcome, unwelcome —

the hissing thoughts in her head would not let her confidence take hold, eagerly feeding her insecurities and paranoia as if it were a starving beast.

saint is overcome with the feeling that she was interrupting on something she had no business being apart of.

her heart thrums like a wardrum in her chest and she recedes back into her initial skittish nature. even as one of the children determinedly comes towards her, she shrinks back, apologetic look given to the two adults before backtracking the way she'd came. more than content to let the little family have their moment.