- Jojo only smiled, her body moving around with a grin to her lips as her eyes watched the falling ash of the mountaintop. The volcano she stood along had led way for the ground to appear more sunken in with every step, her short raven hair tussling with the wind and her eyes glaring forwards. This was merely the allusion she set forth to show, the allusion of being one to walk with determination. In fact, her cheeks were flushed with blush; her bare feet felt hot steam against the ash of the ground, small tings of pain here and there along her bare feet. Bare feet along the hot ash of the earth as she climbed through this mountainous volcanic region, her clothing of peasant looks covered by a breastplate and similar shoulder plates. Her eyes merely looking around, yet if one saw that in these eyes they would see the unnatural pleasure inside them, an almost euphoric moment inside these eyes with such pain that is delved for her.
(OOC: I apologize for how small it is, I'm not the best at starters)