Dust and splinters of wood exploded up into the air, the clattering sound ringing harshly in her ears, echoing through her empty house and cutting through the air without mercy. Shoulders hunched up her arms covered her face instinctively, crouching down and bracing herself for any of the aftermaths that may reach her outside of her now demolished library. Tentatively she pried one eye open, peering through the gap of her crossed arms before lowering them and straightening her stance out, moving toward the destruction with fluid, easy steps, one hand reaching up to flick her thin dreads of which she had left down for the day, out of the way as she crouched down in the door way, running her finger lightly through the filth that now covered her once clean floor, growling low in her throat as her eyes fell upon the collapsed pile of wood, much of which was clearly now broken or ruined.
Rising from the doorway she spun sharply, pinning the two culprits with water coloured eyes that reflected her emotions clearly, adding to the low continuous growl coming from her throat. “Who” she managed to speak in a strained voice, repeating the inquiry again in low speech leaving no escape for either bird; although neither easement seemed willing to give itself or the other up. Storming away from the birds, she made her way over to the door, glancing briefly back to them both to make sure they didn't leave before she was done with them. Fixing a smile upon her face she opened the door, shifting her weight so that one hip was propped to the side, arms folding casually underneath her chest to draw attention to it, eyes shamelessly once more running over the dark form that she had been waiting to see for awhile now. “Why hello there handsome. What brings you to my doorstep” she waved a hand, laughing lightly so that he'd know she was only joking, smile turning from fake to that of a genuine one. “Sorry about the noise. Turnip and Jason thought it would be a good idea to aid me in demolishing my just built Library” she explained, shrugging her shoulders slightly as if the matter hadn't annoyed her in the slightest. “How have you been?”
Photo courtesy of Analog Weapon, texture by SweettEmottion
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