[ Emotions are strange things; she's only known Texas - Cellinia - for a relatively short time, but she's become someone she values. There's a companionship there, something more than just the sort of weary comradery of being trapped together. There's something a little bit deeper; something Red hasn't had much time to interrogate. She doesn't know what might have gone through her mind while she was gone, but a part of her wants to know. A part of her knows she herself would have been worried, dismayed, a half dozen other emotions. None of them good.
But there's no time to unpack that now, is there?
Especially when it is a little easier to just follow the script for their little reunion. Even if Red, like Cellinia, hates that this is being recorded, hates the thought of it being shown to who knows how many people. She breathes out in a slow exhale, her expression not really hardening - more becoming determined. If she has to do this, she'll do it her own way. Or at least try to add her own little defiant streak. ]
If that's the way you want to do this - fine.
[ Red comes scrambling up those last few steps and leaps. It's a tackle, nothing artful about it. But perfect for a barbarian warrior heroine, right? ]
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But there's no time to unpack that now, is there?
Especially when it is a little easier to just follow the script for their little reunion. Even if Red, like Cellinia, hates that this is being recorded, hates the thought of it being shown to who knows how many people. She breathes out in a slow exhale, her expression not really hardening - more becoming determined. If she has to do this, she'll do it her own way. Or at least try to add her own little defiant streak. ]
If that's the way you want to do this - fine.
[ Red comes scrambling up those last few steps and leaps. It's a tackle, nothing artful about it. But perfect for a barbarian warrior heroine, right? ]