smokescreens and cigarettes

The Avalon felt some of her anxiety ebbing away at the easy way Resin responded. Her shoulders dropped back and the sweep of her tail in the dirt was looser. It was true, there weren’t a lot of eyes on her, which helped, but she had only just been getting used to having Askan push her around. It was a big adjustment.

Burning eyes swept over the gentle falls, an absent minded smile crossing her lips as she watched the way the sunlight gleamed off the waters surface. "I think it’s a good place for troubled heads." Her laugh was self depreciative, "I think it suits what y’said you want this place t’be down t’the last stone." It would put her heart at ease having a bit more space to stretch her limbs and would probably keep Askan happy that she was sticking closer to established borders too.

The next question though, was a trickier one. "I’m not used t’sittin’ still." She offered with a shrug, as to what she enjoyed, well, it was only recently she had begun to remember what had happened the day before, and even that was questionable sometimes. She looked up to Theo, he’d remember better than she did. "When she could remember, she liked to gather th’ herbs for th’ healers." He offered hopefully, "I still remember some, could help ‘er spot ‘em." Percy smiled, that did sound like something that fit her.

"Percy". "Theo".