Day Twenty Two - A Quiet Place
Who: Rogue, Bobby
Where: Orchard
When: Late morning
Rating: W for ... weird
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Rogue is roaming the orchard when she bumps into Bobby. They have a slightly awkward chat about things in DauphinMare and people present before Rogue heads out to have a shower and lunch.
Rogue ran one gloved hand absently along the bark of a tree that she passed as she roamed through the orchard. She wasn't exactly avoiding any new people that might be showing up, but she wasn't keen on being terribly public today, either. Especially after last night. She honestly wasn't sure how she'd talked herself into doing it, but it had been ... well, weird, feeling everyone's eyes all over her while wet fabric clung to her skin.
She'd sort of dodged everyone afterwards as well, unsure she was ready to deal with their reactions to her display. It wasn't really like her, and she could tell which girls had been comfortable with their bodies, and which hadn't. She was among those who hadn't been.
Well, live and learn. She wouldn't try that again any time soon. Grinning slightly, Rogue reached up to pluck a low blossom, playing with it as she walked along, content to lose herself in the smells and sights of the orchard.
Where: Orchard
When: Late morning
Rating: W for ... weird
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Rogue is roaming the orchard when she bumps into Bobby. They have a slightly awkward chat about things in DauphinMare and people present before Rogue heads out to have a shower and lunch.
Rogue ran one gloved hand absently along the bark of a tree that she passed as she roamed through the orchard. She wasn't exactly avoiding any new people that might be showing up, but she wasn't keen on being terribly public today, either. Especially after last night. She honestly wasn't sure how she'd talked herself into doing it, but it had been ... well, weird, feeling everyone's eyes all over her while wet fabric clung to her skin.
She'd sort of dodged everyone afterwards as well, unsure she was ready to deal with their reactions to her display. It wasn't really like her, and she could tell which girls had been comfortable with their bodies, and which hadn't. She was among those who hadn't been.
Well, live and learn. She wouldn't try that again any time soon. Grinning slightly, Rogue reached up to pluck a low blossom, playing with it as she walked along, content to lose herself in the smells and sights of the orchard.