Long legs stretched and twirled and stretched again in aimless steps. Strong, poetic hands ruffled dark scruffy hair in a vein attempt to spark the memory of which way she had come. A long night of Babylon 5 had turned into a late morning for the young sculptor and her friend. Alania had given Kiera bathroom directions before running off to some kind of class. Thankfully that room was easy to find.
After cleaning herself up in the mirror some the baby butch was presented with the problem of finding the door. Brain still sleep logged she couldn't make heads or tails of where she was going. That could by why her lanky form took the corner so fast she accidentally knocked over someone much shorter than her. Lightning fast reflexes caught the girl before she could hit floor. A flourish of arm movement perfected by endless hours of ballroom dance spun the brunette to her feet cradled in the blue eyed prince's arms. Stepping back with an immense blush the young boi attempted to stammer an apology through her immense embaressment, "Sorry about that. One of these days I'll learn to look where I'm going."