This… what is it? She looks ready to say something, perhaps she even wants to say something, but in the very next moment, something will convince her to keep silent. A sadness? Haughty contempt? Perhaps a catty interest in manipulating the one to whom she would speak? But of course, she says nothing, but she turns and casts her eyes down or straight ahead, and walks away.
This… what is it? She looks ready to say something, perhaps she even wants to say something, but in the very next moment, something will convince her to keep silent. A sadness? Haughty contempt? Perhaps a catty interest in manipulating the one to whom she would speak? But of course, she says nothing, but she turns and casts her eyes down or straight ahead, and walks away.