How charitable a mare it is you have met, Odinson. Now off with you.
[without his “help” she finally gets herself in order- at least, she finishes buying time for her blush to die down somewhat, only then shooing him off for her to pick her way behind, and peel away perhaps before they return to the food and jovial sound of celebration.
The perimeter wouldn’t watch itself, and until their imminent return to Headquarters, something she dreaded now less than she had not a half hour past... there were certain things she could not bring herself to do without certain assurances of privacy.
(And certain realizations she may take some time to make, if she ever did... that she had never once before now called herself a woman as anything but a curse.)]
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[without his “help” she finally gets herself in order- at least, she finishes buying time for her blush to die down somewhat, only then shooing him off for her to pick her way behind, and peel away perhaps before they return to the food and jovial sound of celebration.
The perimeter wouldn’t watch itself, and until their imminent return to Headquarters, something she dreaded now less than she had not a half hour past... there were certain things she could not bring herself to do without certain assurances of privacy.
(And certain realizations she may take some time to make, if she ever did... that she had never once before now called herself a woman as anything but a curse.)]