WHO: six, marcus, marcoulf, barrow, matthias, laura & derrica WHAT: escorting some stranded orphans back to ostwick WHEN: firstfall 9:45 WHERE: on the road to ostwick NOTES: n/a.
But Laura can think of little she'd like less than to talk with a near-stranger about the ways childhood is stolen from children. There are too any answers, all of them unpleasant, and most reflect too closely lives that look like her own.
As a result, she falls quiet, her arms hugging around her knees. She's content, for a moment that might feel awkward, to sit in silence, right up until her attention snaps toward something ahead of them, slightly off to the left. "Did you hear that?"
She's already standing up, not bothering to brush the dirt from her trousers.
Six knows that she wasn't given it, that her childhood was ripped from her. She knows that it pains her, even now, to think back to what her family did, what her father did to her - the wicked, dangerous echoes of her own childhood. Some people here have borne witness to it, seen it, knew it, but she had to keep it close to her breast for fear of more judgement and more shame.
It's better to bite her lip, to keep her mouth closed. Better and easier.
She tenses at the noise, lifting her head and gritting her teeth, hand immediately going to the her sword.
"Yes. Ahead." She pushes herself up a little higher, eyes narrowing as she stares forward.
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But Laura can think of little she'd like less than to talk with a near-stranger about the ways childhood is stolen from children. There are too any answers, all of them unpleasant, and most reflect too closely lives that look like her own.
As a result, she falls quiet, her arms hugging around her knees. She's content, for a moment that might feel awkward, to sit in silence, right up until her attention snaps toward something ahead of them, slightly off to the left. "Did you hear that?"
She's already standing up, not bothering to brush the dirt from her trousers.
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It's better to bite her lip, to keep her mouth closed. Better and easier.
She tenses at the noise, lifting her head and gritting her teeth, hand immediately going to the her sword.
"Yes. Ahead." She pushes herself up a little higher, eyes narrowing as she stares forward.