[ Allie stands some ten feet from him, the light from the fire dancing along the blond highlights of her straw-colored hair. Her gaze cast downward, staring at something in her hand - her device - before she looks up at the person clearly responsible for the image on her screen. ]
I'd have said it looks lonely. Beautiful in its own way, I guess. But still lonely.
[ She shoves her device back into the pocket of a worn, winter coat. Allie trying to burrow into it to keep the chill in the air from seeping into her bones. The heat from the fire licking at her features as she watches them dance around the branches, keeping an eye on Roman in her periphery. ]
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I'd have said it looks lonely. Beautiful in its own way, I guess. But still lonely.
[ She shoves her device back into the pocket of a worn, winter coat. Allie trying to burrow into it to keep the chill in the air from seeping into her bones. The heat from the fire licking at her features as she watches them dance around the branches, keeping an eye on Roman in her periphery. ]