[Clove sits with her knees up as well but spread, her arms rested on them, not curled about. It's a more open posture, but it's one of defense all the same. Defence with a tendency to flee, if necessary, rather than to curl up to protect herself. She wants to run, but there's nowhere to run and no one to run to. She has no allies here, not really.
She looks out at the lake, studying the surface of the water. So placid, yet... so much under the surface. The bugs, the frogs, the fish. Everything in a cycle of life and death, predator and prey... Nothing disrupted it.]
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She looks out at the lake, studying the surface of the water. So placid, yet... so much under the surface. The bugs, the frogs, the fish. Everything in a cycle of life and death, predator and prey... Nothing disrupted it.]