[The girl watched him leave with only one thought in her mind: idiot. He'd freeze to death out there and they both knew it.
As the wind blustered in, Toothiana shrunk even further into the cloak he'd lent her. Once the door slammed shut, she let out a frustrated huff and pouted slightly. He shouldn't be doing this. It's not like she could though. Truthfully, he couldn't either... especially not now without the only thing that probably could have given him some semblance of warmth.
It wasn't worry that drove her outside after nearly a half an hour of waiting for him to return. Or, at least, she did a dang good job of convincing herself it wasn't. It was only her survival she was concerned for and without Pitch and that firewood it was at stake. The fairy hopped off the couch and headed out the door.
The cold stung harshly. Just like Pitch had, she managed to close the door using all of her strength. The dark cloak that practically dwarfed her tiny wind billowed in the strong winds. Toothiana trudged through the snow, eyes squinted as she tried to make something, anything out in this white-out.
It took a while, but then she did spot something. Ashen skin against stark white snow. Was that-? The girl let out an audible gasp and started to run--more like hop--through the snowbanks and to where Pitch was. No. No. She knew she should have stopped him, should have done something.]
Pitch! [Her voice was carried away by the wind but she kept calling out as she slowly bridged the space left between them.]
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As the wind blustered in, Toothiana shrunk even further into the cloak he'd lent her. Once the door slammed shut, she let out a frustrated huff and pouted slightly. He shouldn't be doing this. It's not like she could though. Truthfully, he couldn't either... especially not now without the only thing that probably could have given him some semblance of warmth.
It wasn't worry that drove her outside after nearly a half an hour of waiting for him to return. Or, at least, she did a dang good job of convincing herself it wasn't. It was only her survival she was concerned for and without Pitch and that firewood it was at stake. The fairy hopped off the couch and headed out the door.
The cold stung harshly. Just like Pitch had, she managed to close the door using all of her strength. The dark cloak that practically dwarfed her tiny wind billowed in the strong winds. Toothiana trudged through the snow, eyes squinted as she tried to make something, anything out in this white-out.
It took a while, but then she did spot something. Ashen skin against stark white snow. Was that-? The girl let out an audible gasp and started to run--more like hop--through the snowbanks and to where Pitch was. No. No. She knew she should have stopped him, should have done something.]
Pitch! [Her voice was carried away by the wind but she kept calling out as she slowly bridged the space left between them.]