i fall asleep in the american flag, i wear my diamonds on skid row; any

[Josselyn]

if it makes you happy, it can't be that bad.

The sun was saturating her skin, bone deep. She is standing with her eyes closed to the world and enjoying herself in this moment of solitude before it is absolutely shattered by a demanding, rather impatient voice. Lashes flick open to reveal the amber pools beneath to find a rather dazzling green colt standing before her, looking at her kookily. Joss finds this odd as she isn't the bright ass green one between them. Her young features twist to that of annoyance at his addressing to her. "I-" she eyes him as he freely ravages her young form with his own eyes, her tone flat as peers at him from beneath the dark tresses. A look much too sultry, too grown up, "am Josselyn."

She allows her own gaze to crawl over him, sizing him and noting he is taller than her. He is all angles and points. His chest a little too hollow, neck is thin. But that was the awkwardness of puberty. "I come from my mother and she lives in the Falls." The words are clipped as she lifts her head and gives quite an unladylike snort. Joss does not particularly mention her residence in the Falls and she is not sure why she does not say this but it was passed the point of correction now. "What about you, Wyrm?" The filly asks with a tilt of her skull, watching the (kind of cute) face of her companion. The bay girl settles back, hind hock crooking with the grace of a seasoned ballerina as she awaits his reply, features flat and the right corner of her lips toying into a half smile.