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She managed to hold her hard stare for a few more moments before Thistle's words broke her from it. "You’re not cold in just that t-shirt?" He was smiling at her, eyes bright. Kiar shook her head, and was about to explain that she was well adapted to the cold when Cedric slung an arm around Thistle's shoulders and spoke to him. Kiar grunted as she heard his words, "C'mon, kid. Look at her, she's a strong girl, she can handle herself." He was right, she supposed, but the way he said it irked her. It was if he had suddenly found her as worthy of his attention as a bug. She raised an eyebrow at Cedric, unsure about his change in mood. Inwardly shrugging, she returned her gaze to Thistle, meeting his deep brown eyes with her blue-gray ones but only for a moment. As soon as she had created the contact, something within her shifted and her bravado dropped away. Her eyes were drawn to the path at their feet. Cursing herself silently, she tried to meet either of the boy's gazes again, but her shyness stopped her. Of all the times...

It was odd, she wasn't shy with people she didn't know or with people she did, it was the people who were in between that made her lose any confidence she had. It wasn't that she was afraid of people, or that she was self-conscious, she just had a weird streak of shyness that caused her to have trouble when meeting new people. Unfortunately, it had struck her now, just when she thought she might have been getting somewhere towards befriending at least Thistle. Maybe this will make me more interesting to Cedric. She thought, dryly. Managing to lift her gaze to look over Thistle's shoulder, she forced herself to speak, her accursed shyness making it hard to talk. "I-I often go without a jacket. I'm used to the cold, it doesn't really affect me anymore." Her gaze dropped to her feet again. Why must I always be so shy? She chastised herself mentally, unable and unwilling to speak her self-criticism aloud.

Once again, she mustered herself and lifted her gaze, this time to look over the boys rather than speak. Her eye was more observant than wary now, and she noticed things she didn't before. Like how bright Thistle's eyes actually were, and how cheerful he seemed. She also noticed just how much taller than her Cedric was, and how his shades added a bit of mystery to his image. What kind of person is he behind those lenses? She dropped her gaze and tilted her head down in an attempt to hide the blush she was fighting hard to keep from showing. Of course, it did no good because she could see both boys' legs and feet, only reminding her further of their presence. She took a quick look up at Thistle, hoping he wouldn't notice her blush, if she was blushing. She quickly lowered her gaze. This is foolish, they're just guys, I deal with plenty of guys. Why am I reacting like this? It's probably just me being shy. She bit her lip, not really believing herself, but finding not better explanation. Ugh, they probably think I'm stupid, standing here and blushing like this. It's not like they are two wonders of the world or anything.

That they may not be, but she couldn't deny herself the thought that they weren't bad looking either. She bit down harder on her lip, though not enough to make herself bleed, she was being foolish. What did it matter, really, what did it matter?