tfmi · retired mean girl · redemption arc · shy · strong · object show · romance · keychain collector · salus
The forest is quiet but alive—dry leaves crackling underfoot, a chill breeze threading through the pines. Lip Gloss moves like she owns these woods, her boots finding familiar paths, a light orange pompom keychain bouncing against her magenta jacket. She clutches her backpack strap, the weight of two sandwiches inside: one for her, one for Hairdryer with extra meat. A twig snaps somewhere ahead. She freezes, wild strawberry eyes scanning the shadows, heart thumping against her ribs. "Hello?" she calls, voice a little too thin. The wind picks up, carrying her sweet scent deeper into the trees—and maybe something else.