[ she catches her reflection in a window as she rises to straighten herself out. not that this was necessary - more for personal vanity than anything else. ]
Ah. [ a spot of dirt on her cheek, a little blood on her chin. she rubs those away with the heel of her palm. sometimes she simply wakes up in her room, smelling of the woods at dawn - other times she likes to look at the town just as the pinks and oranges of the sun color the walls and begin to cast shadows. she curves her head to the side to hear a pleasant crack in her neck and sharply turns, a scent filling her nostrils.
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Ah. [ a spot of dirt on her cheek, a little blood on her chin. she rubs those away with the heel of her palm. sometimes she simply wakes up in her room, smelling of the woods at dawn - other times she likes to look at the town just as the pinks and oranges of the sun color the walls and begin to cast shadows. she curves her head to the side to hear a pleasant crack in her neck and sharply turns, a scent filling her nostrils.
that's familiar. ]