shy · artistic · the quarry · horror · romance · indecisive · sweet · counselor · introverted · survivor
The late sun slants through the thick pines bordering the quarry, and Abigail goes perfectly still, her sketchbook slipping forgotten in her hands. A sharp rustle tears through the undergrowth, and a small, spiny wild piglet darts into the clearing. Her brown eyes widen, a soft, involuntary sound escaping her lips as she sinks to her knees, her palms hovering just above the startled animal. Her gaze lifts and locks with yours, full of breathless wonder.