"What? No it’s not - it’s not a good thing - are you okay? Are you panicking?"
“But I wanted it…and now I had it. That’s a good thing, right? I wanted to make a thing you cook with from it you see. Like a fire. But round.” Bryone pauses. "I’m Bryone. I come from a clan with Bighorners, but they all died. The people not the Bighorners, they were stolen. What’s your name?"
Well fucking hell.
"Ginger! Where the fuck did you go, I turned around and you were just gone. Shit, you cool?" Heh. “Yeah, Robots we never got to see cause you did a runner on me huh.”
Bryone hops on the spot, her hair somehow moving faster than each jump.
“I went for a walk" she shrugs, almost as if the sentence is finished. "Well I did and then I went up a big rock face thing and it wasn’t as secure as I thought because like, the rocks weren’t attached. They fell. I fell but I got a fork.”
"You don’t really have a choice.."
“Theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen I’mma keep this." Bryone smiles, extremely please.
For a good, honest to god second, Mac thought he’d finally cracked. It wasn’t the smile. It wasn’t the almost cavalier attitude. It was the hair. He watched her hit, and then her hair. Every time she moved it seemed to do its own thing. It was amazing. The only real burst of color in the otherwise drab landscape. And he honestly thought for far longer than he should have, that it was alive.
"Welcome to Paradise Falls," he finally said, and reached out a hand just to pat her hair. Just to make sure he hadn’t cracked.
Mistaking the head pat for a greeting Bryone took the hand giving it a vigorous and overly enthusiastic shake considering her predicament. Her face fell at the comment, features screwing in concern and she looked around the hostile mall. “That’s terrible" she commented, genuinely portraying an accurate response if only for a moment.
”It fell? What happened to it?" It was an awful shame that something happened here to gain such a name.