She felt as if she was succeeding, as if she was starting to get into the character more, the more he believed it. She looked the part, and the acting was falling into place perfectly now. He kept moving closer, urging me to hunker down even more, backing up without stumbling for once, but she found herself hunkering down, her muscles twitching as to give off the illusion of fear making her shake. She found herself backed up against a fallen log. She glanced back at it, glaring at it as if the glare would cause the log to go up into flames, but of course, it didn’t. She turned her head back to him, weary eyes watching him. All too gain some kind of knowledge in the end, she told herself. Pretending to be this scared frail thing was worth it, it had to be.

His voice reached her, and her ears turned down, her eyes narrowing as she looked at him. A bit arrogant wasn’t he? She huffed, clearly a bit irritated at him. He got a little too close for comfort before he spoke that time, nearly pushing her boundaries into turning into her real self. She kept repeating to herself to stay calm, to keep her cover because she needed to prove herself in some way.

She visibly relaxed when he stepped away, in doing so she shifted away from the log, watching as he began to circle her, she began to wonder what he had in mind for her. “How can I get bored of who I have always been, of who I was born to be? That is not possible.” She speaks with a reverence, sounding so sure that a change in who she was could be impossible. She narrowed her eyes again, glaring at him as she turned her head, a bit annoyed when he reached the point where she could not see him anymore.