[ Well, washing up on a beach isn't the worst situation she's woken up in. This beats being drugged by a 12 year old at the very. Very. Least.
Relena's got her cravat and her hair bow in her breast pocket, looking fairly waterlogged as she walks with her shoes hanging off her curled fingers. She has been... kindly?... offered towel around her shoulders, trying to take in her situation.
Don't panic. Get your footing. Getting excited won't solve anything.
She'll have a good cry later once she has all her ducks in a row and she can let the stress out.
She pushes her bangs out of her face with her free hand and opts to march herself through the sand and toward the dilapidated buildings ahead of her. She just hopes she's not all on her own again. She's a little sick of it. ]
Dragon Matchmaking
[ At some point in her exploratory trek through the remnants of civilization, her ribbon had fallen out of her pocket and a clumsy little cherub had grabbed it, tried to give it to her, sneezed on it and half-burnt it.
It seemed pretty disappointed in itself even as it haphazardly snuffed the flame out on its own and placed it in her hands, so Relena, who is just a little soft for cute animals, can't help but take it into her arms as a temporary companion to show her forgiveness. She could use the company so hey, win-win.
It seems happy to go along with her, chirping and fluttering its little wings until it opts to flap off and encircle someone nearby. It's almost as if it's trying to herd the person.
Relena hurries over to the little dragon's target, trying to retrieve it. ]
Sorry, it got all wound up suddenly! I'll get it, just... give me a second. To catch it!
Ruins
[ Well... looks like volunteer duty. Relena's pretty sheltered, but she's long grown out of flinching over little things like dirt or blood. She's not exactly built for hauling or fighting things, but she can pull weeds! For some preliminary credits, she'll happily take some cuts on her hands and mud under her nails. She's got no where special to wear this suit any time soon, anyway.
She's right in the zone, hair pulled up into a bun with her half-burnt ribbon and her sleeves rolled up until she feels an icy hand press to the back of her neck. She sits upright quickly with a yelp and looks around quickly. More creatures? Or a person? She looks towards the person nearest to her, shifting on her knees. She doesn't want to accuse, so instead she asks: ]
Relena Peacecraft | Gundam Wings
[ Well, washing up on a beach isn't the worst situation she's woken up in. This beats being drugged by a 12 year old at the very. Very. Least.
Relena's got her cravat and her hair bow in her breast pocket, looking fairly waterlogged as she walks with her shoes hanging off her curled fingers. She has been... kindly?... offered towel around her shoulders, trying to take in her situation.
Don't panic. Get your footing. Getting excited won't solve anything.
She'll have a good cry later once she has all her ducks in a row and she can let the stress out.
She pushes her bangs out of her face with her free hand and opts to march herself through the sand and toward the dilapidated buildings ahead of her. She just hopes she's not all on her own again. She's a little sick of it. ]
Dragon Matchmaking
[ At some point in her exploratory trek through the remnants of civilization, her ribbon had fallen out of her pocket and a clumsy little cherub had grabbed it, tried to give it to her, sneezed on it and half-burnt it.
It seemed pretty disappointed in itself even as it haphazardly snuffed the flame out on its own and placed it in her hands, so Relena, who is just a little soft for cute animals, can't help but take it into her arms as a temporary companion to show her forgiveness. She could use the company so hey, win-win.
It seems happy to go along with her, chirping and fluttering its little wings until it opts to flap off and encircle someone nearby. It's almost as if it's trying to herd the person.
Relena hurries over to the little dragon's target, trying to retrieve it. ]
Sorry, it got all wound up suddenly! I'll get it, just... give me a second. To catch it!
Ruins
[ Well... looks like volunteer duty. Relena's pretty sheltered, but she's long grown out of flinching over little things like dirt or blood. She's not exactly built for hauling or fighting things, but she can pull weeds! For some preliminary credits, she'll happily take some cuts on her hands and mud under her nails. She's got no where special to wear this suit any time soon, anyway.
She's right in the zone, hair pulled up into a bun with her half-burnt ribbon and her sleeves rolled up until she feels an icy hand press to the back of her neck. She sits upright quickly with a yelp and looks around quickly. More creatures? Or a person? She looks towards the person nearest to her, shifting on her knees. She doesn't want to accuse, so instead she asks: ]
Did someone come by just now...?