(jinx shuts her eyes as he tells the story, focusing on the details of how the boy in the legend may look like. she imagines zaun and the mines, and can picture them both perfectly, as if she was there just yesterday. the city of iron and glass had its downside... a lot of downsides. but she can't help but to feel nostalgic for her former home. and although their people were rough and rugged, some of them did care for one another -- whether they were related by blood or not. the tale itself she had heard a few times in her youth, and each time the narrator put their own little spin on how it went. but jinx never really questioned just which part of it were true, because as erratic as she is, she enjoys stories.
the shimmer within her bloodstream settles, and jinx carefully unravels herself. her vision, while still a bit hazy, is returning, and she is able to move around with the discomfort being mild. as promised, jinx leaps down from her perch and lands rather clumsily on his desk -- some of his papers spilling or crumbling underneath her weight. the teenager blinks rapidly while trying to center her eyesight, seeing a somewhat blurry version of her father just a few feet away. )
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Date: 2024-03-18 04:16 am (UTC)the shimmer within her bloodstream settles, and jinx carefully unravels herself. her vision, while still a bit hazy, is returning, and she is able to move around with the discomfort being mild. as promised, jinx leaps down from her perch and lands rather clumsily on his desk -- some of his papers spilling or crumbling underneath her weight. the teenager blinks rapidly while trying to center her eyesight, seeing a somewhat blurry version of her father just a few feet away. )