Hoshor Plains [M] On the wind

Her heart moves up to her throat, and as he nears, there are parts of her that turn weakened. She is a woman. That is what she knows herself to be, strong-willed and sharp minded. But in the face of a man that crosses over the small lines until she is not sure there are many left to step over, she does not know how to answer.

"It is good to meet you." She does not even remember sayinf that much.

That pride falls away and she can not muster the words it takes to voice the discomfort arising to feel him closer. Chest, rubbed against, and in the pit of her stomach formed an ill twist. They are touching, side at each others side. He makes her skin feel disgusting. Her legs shake.

There was no warmth between their bodies. Only coldness.
She feels her mind escaping her body, and for a moment, she is not herself.

"I–" Her head pulled up and away from his, but her feet feel like they can not move. "You are very kind. I believe I can walk myself home. So, you do not need to worry for me." Is the pounding in her chest something he can see? "You would be walking for miles."