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Looking up from her seat on the rock as Charlie approached, Summer tried to feign disinterest, lifting up her nails to admire them before realising that she could barely see them in the darkness. She could hardly see the outline of her own hand, let alone the pastel coloured pink she had carefully applied to her nails only the night before. So sadly she was forced to focus her attention of him instead, eyebrows narrowing a little at his words. [color=f6989d]“I’m not sulking. I’m just choosing to distance myself from annoying little witches.”[/color] She offered him a sarcastic smile, eyes rolling at the thought.

[color=f6989d]“Why do you even care anyway? It’s not like we’re friends.”[/color] Summers words were blunt as her gaze lifted up to stare at him, eyes unflinchingly looking into his. Her look might be construed as predatory by some, her brash nature radiating off her in waves. [color=f6989d]“Like I said before, I don’t need anyone’s pity...”[/color] Letting out a small sigh, she looked at the bracelet which she still had clutched in her hands. Despite its unclean state she decided to slip it onto her wrist, a small pulse of magic washing over her body like a gentle breeze. Whether it was because of the familial bond or just because she was used to its presence, the bracelet always put her at ease. 

Lips pursed at his question, instinct telling her that he was asking it for vindictive reasons. Maybe so he could make fun of her later or something. Eyes narrowed as she looked at him, trying to figure out what his motivation was. The guy had always been surprisingly nice to her. Maybe it was a British thing...she had heard that they were known for being polite. It seemed kind of stupid to her but the thought that he might actually be genuine, drew an answer from her lips.

[color=f6989d]“My father gave it to me. That’s all.”[/color] She said as she stood up, brushing down her bare legs where a few bits of dirt and foliage had clung to the freezing cold skin. Summer wasn’t sure whether Charlie knew about her father, he was relatively new to the coven after all, nor did she feel like going into the details. Not that she’d be able to. All she knew was that one day he had been there...and then the next he had been gone. Telling other people seemed a pointless exercise in self-pity. 

[color=f6989d]“We should head back.”[/color] Summer finally admitted after a moment's silence, although her tone made it sound like it had been her idea all along. [color=f6989d]“I don’t really feel like getting killed by some stupid animal. I’ve heard there’s wolves hanging around here...”[/color] She added, walking into the darkness before Charlie could respond. 

[color=f6989d]“Are you coming?”[/color] Her voice called out as she strolled into the dense gathering of trees, body soon disappearing amidst the foliage.  

[@KaijuBaragon]