Eerie did not like being bored... at all. It was all very logical once you thought about it... very hard... and very deeply. She supposed it was her grandmothers' fault, everyday with that old bag was an adventure. Unfortunately, the very time spent with the fraud made Eerie into something of an adrenaline drunky. It really wasn't her fault, being she was young at the time.
Grey eyes scanned the snowy wasteland, her height being an advantage on the covered bridge... "Ugh." She breathed deeply, her breath coming out in a foggy exhale. She shivered silently, rubbing her gloves together and blowing into her hands to warm her body slightly, if only a little. A sigh escaped her as she saw no entertainment, just the forever whiteness of the bridge.
Eerie growled. "Damn." And tried to climb onto the edge, hands slipping but holding firm as she scrambled onto the wall- slim fingers wrapping around the metal poles that were settled on each side. Her foot slid over the side, but she caught herself before she could fall. "Bored." She murmured softly, leaning forward so she could see everything in sight. "So pretty." And indeed, the view was beautiful. The wind blew, making her glad that her own short hair wouldn't whip her face in the fierceness of the breeze.
She said and whispered. Come find me. in the whirling wind.
