( the resort was fun, until it started to feel like too many people were there. the parking lot was an outright mess and wanda is grateful that she didn't drive here, for she'd probably be more frustrated at having to be patient about getting her bike out than at the prospect of walking back to panorama. it'd take her... what, several hours? it didn't matter much, not with the sun setting, the heat diminishing alongside the setting sun. the horizon is an orange red, painting the streaks of clouds a warm pink, and there is wandaβa darkening silhouette walking down the path to the city in the distance.
(worse comes to worst, she can always fly back, but she'd need to put some distance between herself and others before she feels comfortable enough for that.)
a black car with a low floor goes past her, wanda barely paying it any mind. it stops some feet ahead of her, and it takes her a moment to realize...
wanda rolls her eyes, crossing her arms and tightening them in front of herself. purposely, she moves past the car, despite the open window, once she catches up to it, boots crunching the gravel with purpose as she walks on. )
cassian ⬑
(worse comes to worst, she can always fly back, but she'd need to put some distance between herself and others before she feels comfortable enough for that.)
a black car with a low floor goes past her, wanda barely paying it any mind. it stops some feet ahead of her, and it takes her a moment to realize...
wanda rolls her eyes, crossing her arms and tightening them in front of herself. purposely, she moves past the car, despite the open window, once she catches up to it, boots crunching the gravel with purpose as she walks on. )