Challenge Me!

The view up here was something that amazed her to no end. She was stunned into silence, forgetting about the words that Hare had spoken. It was just so... clear from up here. She could see the very tops of trees that were so tall, she could never hope to see it from the ground. Birds circled over head in the clear sky, and up here Mercy could easily forget all of her woes. Everything seemed to just wash away, and felt like they were all so small. Her breath seemed to rush from her lungs under the impact of it all, and she blinked her purple eyes steadily. But everything was shattered when their conversation carried on, her pale head shaking as she tried to focus once again. This could have been a very romantic experience with the two of them, the view, the breathless climb. Heat rushed to her face, but she kept her thoughts shoved down. She really cared for Hárekr, even if they had only met today. She could see him becoming a good friend, and for once didn't want to just jump his bones. For once in a very long time she actually craved the aspect of friendship, something that she didn't even think that she was capable of. It was enough to stun her into silence again, even though Hárekr had spoken a few moments before.

Clearing her throat, shaking herself to really get down and focus, she grinned at Hare. "Honestly, I wouldn't have even thought about it without your suggestion." She nodded at the rest of his words, suddenly feeling really touched by what this complete stranger had done for her. No one had suggested changing her hated last name, or even gone to far but to make some up for her to choose from. Grinning even wider, she made her way to the path down when the black and white wolf suggested it, elongated tail aiming to flick against his chest. "Only if you promise to keep me from falling!" she teased. Mercy Guerrero. Yes, that would do just fine. Carefully picking her way down, she set and even slower pace than they had going up. It was a lot easier to slip from this angle, and her heart pounded in her chest. One misstep and it was all over. But it was okay, because she was no longer Mercy Destruction. No longer did she carry around a burden and a reminder of a last name, but her very own legacy.

"Speech"
'thoughts'