And to Erza's bewildering and astonished surprise, here had come the beautiful girl to her tree. [i]Oh no![/i] Suddenly she could feel her face growing uncomfortably warm, her pale white cheeks reddening with a mortified and anxious heat as she quickly broke eye contact from the redhead and affixed her dark green gaze upon the tatters and frays in her dark grey skinny jeans. Also her hands flew quickly to the back of her head and pulled the hood of her Metallica: And Justice For All sweatshirt almost completely over her head. Odd it was indeed for the girl to be wearing a sweatshirt for the end of summer, where the sun bared down hard with all its unforgiving heat, but...it was just how Erza was. She never really liked to flaunt herself out there much, and...she didn't really think she had anything to display. Her skin...it wasn't the cute pale like this redhead climbing the tree she rested under for the remainder of the day, it was sickly pale....almost...death pale. Some would think it was just from the shadowed girl not getting enough sunlight. She was practically a shut in, but....her skin's always been this haunting white as much as she could remember.

Still keeping herself covered, Erza shivered slightly, and she was pretty sure her face wasn't pale anymore. [i]Dammit dammit fuck! Ugh....why does she have to be over here?[/i] Maybe if she just opened her sketchbook again and started drawing, pretending to ignore the redheaded girl...maybe she would leave, but...did Erza want her to leave? Opening her messenger bag again, she fished out her sketchbook and pencil, back to work on her original drawing, just touching up the shading and...making it look like she was busy with something else and didn't want to be bothered to talk right now...yet in the back of her troubled and clouded mind, a part of Erza was hoping the redhead would talk to her.