She lets the snow crunch—and creak, when the wind shifts coated tree branches above them—and she keeps her eyes ahead, Lexa only in her peripheral vision from her position behind and to the side of her. Ten paces of silence, and she thinks, do you know what you made me do?
At fifteen, she says, "What does this mean for you?"
The fact that it's a plural you—you, your people—doesn't carry in the common tongue, but maybe it carries in the distance of her tone.
no subject
Not at first.
She lets the snow crunch—and creak, when the wind shifts coated tree branches above them—and she keeps her eyes ahead, Lexa only in her peripheral vision from her position behind and to the side of her. Ten paces of silence, and she thinks, do you know what you made me do?
At fifteen, she says, "What does this mean for you?"
The fact that it's a plural you—you, your people—doesn't carry in the common tongue, but maybe it carries in the distance of her tone.