"I'll tell you all about the gorram Reavers, if you want. They're everyone's worst nightmare where I come from, least everyone who knows they're not a myth," replied Saffron, her accent coming out a little more in her agitation. "I could even tell you about how they were here three Halloweens ago - and that wasn't no nightmare, that was real." She brushed a hand over the arm Sawyer hadn't shot, where the faint scar was, one of two she carried from that day.
She took a slow breath as they walked along, and while she didn't want to be alone it seemed clear Sawyer didn't have the same line of thinking. It didn't seem like him dropping her off at her hut was going to end in anything but her being alone, and normally her lack of nearby neighbors was a good thing...just not right now.
"No, I reckon I'll go back to the party," she replied. "It's like to still be going, and I'm sure there'll be folks I know there." The one she really wanted to see was Xander, but he hadn't been at the party earlier, and she didn't want to bug him at home, not tonight.
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Date: 2010-11-21 05:36 am (UTC)She took a slow breath as they walked along, and while she didn't want to be alone it seemed clear Sawyer didn't have the same line of thinking. It didn't seem like him dropping her off at her hut was going to end in anything but her being alone, and normally her lack of nearby neighbors was a good thing...just not right now.
"No, I reckon I'll go back to the party," she replied. "It's like to still be going, and I'm sure there'll be folks I know there." The one she really wanted to see was Xander, but he hadn't been at the party earlier, and she didn't want to bug him at home, not tonight.