how old do you think these are?

"Ouch!"

She cried out in pain, a rock sailing to hit the back of her skull. Sayuri leaned forward, grit her teeth, and attempted to withstand the pain. The rock fell to the ground after landing against her, and she shot it a venomous glare. It took much to get her annoyed, but she was livid someone had thrown it at her. The koi woman stood up from her crouched position, the dik-dik bellowing and taking off further inside. Well. That was unfortunate.

Sayuri rounded on the spot, marching to where the pebble had originated from. She spots a pale-purplish shape in the grass. "Kuroo?" her brows shoot up "w..." why? She wanted to ask if she had truly offended him last time they spoke, so much so that she had been hit by a rock of his doing. But she also knew he didn't mean it. His body language was enough to tell her that "never... mind."

She bit back a light sigh. With her meal gone, her head pounding... She was too tired to argue. "Your aim was true" Sayuri told him, though not bitterly. She was gauging to see if it was an accident, and if he felt bad.

"Speech"