Message #144311

[Trine Larsen]

Trine had moved her head, watching the hand drawing circles in front of her. At first she was fuming Rayven had started up some insane explanation about something the blonde would have liked to just drop-  her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed, but it wavered into general interest (she didn't know that about spectrums), and then slowly into what could only be described as mild irritation after realizing she'd gotten sucked in.

Blue eyes snapped back to the scarecrow. Rayven had seen it too and while it was comforting to know she hadn't started losing her mind, it was also terrifying he'd been there.

When she heard the commotion of Tony's arrival she turned back around to find the compacted, dirt floor of the corn maze covered in corn now strewn about. She raised an eyebrow; that seemed like a strange thing to be stealing. She lifted her gaze just as Tony lifted a finger and was quick with a "Don't ask." knowing full well how ridiculous this must have looked.

It was taking all the power in her to stick to her word about not flooring another wrestler outside of a ring.