tell them you have fire in your bone marrow,

[kecharitomene]

WHO: Galatea Lourdes, Simon Ashlock, Pietro Maximoff & Alex Karahalios.
WHAT: An attempt is made to evacuate the Chantry at Mont-de-Marc, with mixed results.
WHEN: This month.
WHERE: Mont-de-Marc, Orlais.
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( as disheartening as it is to watch the retreating backs of those who own they can't make the journey, it's nothing compared to the sight of those who went ahead—a sight that in retrospect galatea curses herself for not having been prepared for, for not having had the forethought to prepare anyone else. what did they expect, any of them? precious few of them have survived and it's visibly a matter of time, surrounded by the corpses of their families and the darkspawn that tore them apart—there are limbs in the trees that do not belong to branches—

galatea sees the movement in the corner of her eye before she can process exactly what's happening, hears the animal cry of grief from a throat too close to her for comfort (nothing about this is going to be comforting), and in a split second makes a decision and looses her weapons,

not to go to anyone's aid, pitilessly pragmatic even as it grieves her, but planting herself between the youngest of the group and the threat that is absolutely going to circle to them if this gets out of hand. she doesn't waste breath on no or don't or that's going to get you fucking killed, although it is, but begins the business of herding the children out of first sight.

maybe some part of this will be salvageable if they're fast. )