Capturing Movement

The reunion had caused unexpected, and unwanted, emotions, and in the next days the pixie like female had seem to become more withdrawn than usual. She only left her dorm when in the company of Ren, in the wee hours of the morning, or the pitch black hours of night. Classes were another exception to her refuge in her four walls, she simply entered at the last second, was the first to leave, and spoke not a word during. It would take a while yet for her to become indifferent once more, for she was still rebuilding the walls that had been broken at the sight of an older man and a younger man standing side by side, identical golden eyes showering her with love.

Now was one of the rare breaks from her room, and since it was a weekend morning before the sun had even come up, the sixteen year old hadn't seen the need to seek the company of her 'brother'. She stood in view of the barn, but far enough away that if an early morning rider happened to stop by, she wouldn't be bothered. Pix stood against a wooden fence, gaze directed through her camera into the paddock of horses. Despite the early hour, they were already prancing about, icy snorts visible in the air. The short human was bundled against the cold herself, thermal underwear under a pair of faded jeans, black boots, dark blue sweat shirt, and black vest. Her loose hair acted as ear muffs, her goggles simply rested above her forehead, and a cream colored scarf was wrapped around her neck. As always her hands were gloved, a black covered finger pressing down to shoot a frame of a paint mare rearing.

The force of his impact jarred the fence, and in turn Pix, just as she'd been about to take another shot. The last minute jerk would no doubt make the image blurry when it developed, but she was aiming for a moment of peace and perhaps the fuzzy figures would make the picture more interesting in the long run. Lowering the camera to her side, she replaced th lens cap and looked to the one against the fence with a quirked brow.

"More or less, and your bleeding," it didn't sound as if she particularly cared, but at least she hadn't said anything about his delayed reaction. The fact that he'd asked after whether or not she got the shot saved him from such a comment.

"I didn't think you were," she responded, her accented voice clipped. Her eyes weren't on his, they were on the cut, and for a moment it seemed as if she may not even respond to his question.

"I prefer being out when no one else is," she finally said, tone indifferent as she looked from his forehead, to the paddock.
"Cuts get infected easily," Pix added on while looking away, her eyes drawn to the mare that she'd caught rearing before. Watching the multi-colored female almost made smile, her lips even twitched slightly, but she managed to stop herself at the last second.

"Pix, and yes she's the one," she responded simply as, it was fastly becoming apparent, was her way. Pix fixed her blue-eyed gaze on him once again, a black brow quirked in question.

"Why wouldn't you worry about such things, infections can be fatal," it seemed silly to her to not care about such things. Unless he had some underlying depression, which seemed highly unlikely. She began to study him, just in case.

"I used to," she completely ignored his comment about her name, she hadn't chosen it after all. And she had ridden when she was much younger, she actually hadn't ridden in six years and truth be told, she missed it. When he continued speaking, Pix opened her vest reaching into an inside pocket, when her hand withdrew it was apparent that there was tissue in it. Wordlessly she held out the tissue so that he could at least wipe away the blood, buttoning her vest with her unoccupied hand as she waited for him to take it.