◌ 021 ◌ Spare me the thought

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[After just over a week - has it really been that long? - of feeling like this, Fuu is fully exhausted. Yet she couldn't help but go out every day to sit and stare at the theatre, the pub, and the space between them.

Today she spontaneously decided to make a delivery - Mister Braxiatel will find a neatly wrapped package on his doorstep, containing a small variety of pastries from the tea house and a box of English breakfast tea.
Well, perhaps it was not too spontaneous. She'd been thinking about the past a lot, and he was a large part of the particular incident she was mulling over.]


[Biking away from West Luministi Greens on her way to sit across from the theatre and pub again, she suddenly starts peddling at a break-neck speed towards that place-- and stares at it for a long moment.

Trembling, she slumps to the ground and curls up into a ball, face buried in her knees and hands pressed to her ears.]


[[ooc: She'll stay like that for about 15 minutes before pulling herself together enough to get home. (Unless of course someone comes across her like this, or she nearly ran you over with her bike and you've come after her!)]]

Comments

[bonnypiperlad]

[Jamie, lucky him, comes across her when she's curled up on a ball, and gives her an alarmed look before bending down to make sure she's all right.]

Fuu? Fuu! What's wrong?

[desertdaggers]

[what in the world was that? Hawk heads that way, hand going to his knife. He relaxes a little when he catches up with her, though he doesn't come too close.] Fuu?

[collector]

[When Brax finds the delivery, he decides to seek out Fuu. It isn't too hard to find her.]

Hello, Fuu. I wanted to thank you for the gift. [An oblique approach. He has had bad luck with people lately.]