antiwhat: (🎵 amused.)
ᴇʟʟᴇᴠᴇʀ "ᴇʟʟᴇ" ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴛ ([personal profile] antiwhat) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight 2019-11-04 07:38 am (UTC)

Her body language picks up immediately, posture straightening, cold temporarily forgotten; she nods.

"Oh! Okay. Makes sense."

Though as she puts her hands on the boxes to climb up, the cold does permeate her senses a little further. The higher she goes, the chillier it seems to get. But she's going to fly, now, and that's a thought so exciting it banishes all nervousness from her system. She'd be far more nervous to get into a stranger's car than to ride on something like Stone.

Perhaps to some that line of logic would be worrying, but Ellever has never lived a 'normal' life.

As she stands on the boxes, ignoring a weird look or two from fellow new people, Ellever's relieved to hear that she won't need to cobble up something for a jacket. Maybe there will be a pair of shoes that she can fit into, as well. Even if they're too big, she'll only need to wear them outside or maybe at night.

"Ready when you are!"

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