River brushes a hand down a vertical support beam, and then steps daintily around it with her hand curled on an edge for balance; it's a dancer's move, or would be with the slightest bit more flair.
But it doesn't, in this moment, have that flair. Havelock isn't wrong.
She paces down the rafter towards him. A yard or so from his outstretched foot, she crouches comfortably down on one knee, folding forward to rest her palms against wood.
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Date: 2010-01-03 07:21 pm (UTC)But it doesn't, in this moment, have that flair. Havelock isn't wrong.
She paces down the rafter towards him. A yard or so from his outstretched foot, she crouches comfortably down on one knee, folding forward to rest her palms against wood.