"You really need to lighten up, Brightwell." She moves away from him, water bottle in hand, and, from inside a cupboard close to the ground, she pulls out her own backpack. Though she's used to having her own space in Arkadia in the form of her workstation, she'd wanted to keep her backpack downstairs for the sake of not forgetting it in her new room. She was still getting used to its small size and cleanliness, and a part of her was so used to leaving her own tools lying about in Wick and Sinclair's private sections of the camp.
She takes note of how far she can push him, which seems to be just a little further than she had believed when she'd first met him and after that second conversation over stew and dandelions. Raven's all restless energy and an almost childish excitement to put her leg to use. It's been too long since she's been able to fully feel it, push it until she's complaining about sore muscles and blistered feet.
She knows it's strange to look forward to it, but she can't wait to feel her leg in all of its mortal glory again.
Slinging it over her shoulder and placing it on top of the counter, she secures her water bottle in it, and glances over her shoulder, smiling. "I guess I didn't need that much beauty sleep if I was up this morning getting all ready for our big adventure."
Still in a good mood, she slips those straps over her arms, and bounces just a little to get that pack right on her back before she stills.
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"You really need to lighten up, Brightwell." She moves away from him, water bottle in hand, and, from inside a cupboard close to the ground, she pulls out her own backpack. Though she's used to having her own space in Arkadia in the form of her workstation, she'd wanted to keep her backpack downstairs for the sake of not forgetting it in her new room. She was still getting used to its small size and cleanliness, and a part of her was so used to leaving her own tools lying about in Wick and Sinclair's private sections of the camp.
She takes note of how far she can push him, which seems to be just a little further than she had believed when she'd first met him and after that second conversation over stew and dandelions. Raven's all restless energy and an almost childish excitement to put her leg to use. It's been too long since she's been able to fully feel it, push it until she's complaining about sore muscles and blistered feet.
She knows it's strange to look forward to it, but she can't wait to feel her leg in all of its mortal glory again.
Slinging it over her shoulder and placing it on top of the counter, she secures her water bottle in it, and glances over her shoulder, smiling. "I guess I didn't need that much beauty sleep if I was up this morning getting all ready for our big adventure."
Still in a good mood, she slips those straps over her arms, and bounces just a little to get that pack right on her back before she stills.