Tripping on my own feet [open]

[Yewleaf]

It was another boring morning, one starting with the young lady waking up an absolute mess, as per usual, light platinum-blonde/mouse brown hair seeming to have exploded into a rat's nest. Quietly, she blinked her copper eyes and tried to get up, only to fall forward into a slumping heap. In a moment's notice, she whipped her head up and moved in a panic, tying up her explosion of hair into a bun, and then running out into camp, freaked out, wearing her usual, colourful getup. And as soon as she'd panicked and ran around in short circles, she realised she had no purpose for any of this getting ready. Well, perhaps if someone wanted to spar, or hunt or something she would find her little hyperactive burst useful.

[Toxicshadow]

Toxicshadow looked up from where she was, sharpening her spear. "You alright over there?" She asked, pushing her waist length black hair back over her shoulder, it was tied back but it kept falling over her shoulder. Her dull red eyes watched in amusement as she ran in circles.

[Yewleaf]

"Yeah." She pouted, rubbing her forehead gingerly. "Who are you?" Yewleaf asked quietly, staring down the newcomer, probably a warrior, with her angry copper eyes. "You didn't see that, alright?"