"Good," she agrees, her shoulders relaxing as she spots a route that sees them weaving through the crowd for only a moment. "Lets get out of here. I know a good spot."
Her fingers shift restlessly and she hides it, shifting them to draw her hair up into a bun. "So, did you choose the sparrow or did someone else choose it for you?"
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Date: 2017-06-17 11:29 pm (UTC)Her fingers shift restlessly and she hides it, shifting them to draw her hair up into a bun. "So, did you choose the sparrow or did someone else choose it for you?"