Ravensblood Forest On the road again.

evermore quite frankly as the fantastic skill of being able to embarrass herself in the worst of situations. she trips over her scrambling palls, falling flat on her stomach with legs sprawled out from underneath her. at this point, she gives up on trying to get up quickly and accepts her fate of getting laughed at.

yet, she hears no chorus of amusement. instead, she hears silence besides the birds that croak. the boy before her seems worried, concerned -- no that isn't it. he looks cautious, as if she's about to do something bad to him.

"i'm not that scary, promise," she calls out to him, hoping her voice would at least smooth out his ruffled feather and hackles, "i don't bite, either." while she would have made a quip about his lack of concern for her safety, this boy does not come off as stupidly friendly like evermore can be. he seems more reserved; evermore wonders if she can get him to say something back.

slowly, she begins to stand, but she keeps her eye on the male. the last thing she needs is for things to go south between the two of them. for a rare moment, evermore is cautious with how she acts. the silent ones always scared her the most.