[ The shock of red hair brings Emilia to a full stop, where she had otherwise been restless and moving. There is no room to be tired, to be uncertain, much less scared. There is only the next step forward, the next swarm to fend off.
Except there she is, an ache remembered, and it steals her breath to face it.
To see her.
Her grip on the handle of an umbrella tightens, as surely as her throat tightens. Emilia steps forward, before a couple of shady individuals can approach the redhead first, a familiar protectiveness swelling to the surface. ] Lily — ?
arrival.
Except there she is, an ache remembered, and it steals her breath to face it.
To see her.
Her grip on the handle of an umbrella tightens, as surely as her throat tightens. Emilia steps forward, before a couple of shady individuals can approach the redhead first, a familiar protectiveness swelling to the surface. ] Lily — ?