[ esme frost is having a stupid day.

this is the third time esme has fallen, knees and palms stained with dirt and grass, because of a trap laid in the woods and if she didn't already hate roughing it, this would absolutely be what tipped her over the edge. she shoves herself up, again, wipes her hands on her trousers, again, and fixes her hair, careful to keep the dirt and grass from staining her hair as well.

frustrated: ] What is the point of being invited if it's inaccessible!

[ she keeps finding herself stumbling into these tripwires (third time really is shame on her) because her head is so empty that the silence steals away her equilibrium. she's never been alone in her own head before and it is disorienting, which makes this all the more frustrating.

she may or may not stamp her little foot. ]

[ it's nicer than the underground, warmer, and zingo isn't there so she doesn't feel like she's being judged by a dog, so, you know. that's nice.

she is polite and tidy but overwhelmingly unsocial, seemingly more content to sit with a slice of apple pie and people watch, listening to the conversations around her instead of engaging in them herself. there are some people she eyes a little more intently than others and every so often a shimmering blue light flares in her eyes but it shorts out almost immediately, chased by a peevish moue. if she doesn't get her powers back soon she's going to lose her mind. patience is not her forte and she is poor company to have alone in there. tell her she is being unsettling.

at one point she can be found with a slice of apple cake balanced on one knee and the pamphlet on the other, dark eyebrows knit together and a quiet murmur of: ] Was Josselyn also a bird?

[ the vulture looks like a josselyn, what can she say! ]

[ considering esme looks like she is made of bird bones and can be knocked over with a swift wind, when the boars decend she very helpfully... hides. if she had her powers, and really she is going to be stuck on this point until her telepathy returns, she could have been helpful, but it's not her fault she's been hobbled by the summoning!

regardless, she doesn't participate in the boar migration relocation but she does participate in the clean up. nominally, at least. she puts a railing back into a post and, in the interest of making sure it is secure and stable and not because she is ready to call it a day, she hoists herself up to sit on the railing, legs dangling. it might have jostled against the weight of the boars but it bears her lack of heft easily.

it's a beautiful night out and she's not looking forward to traversing the woods again, so she lets herself stargaze. ]

( go where your heart takes you! esme is a telepath but it doesn't work right now so she is being generally a stroppy cow and just watching people suspiciously. hit me up on disco @ dostoevskyish or plurk @ baleinette if you want something specific. )