[.}fortune favors...{.][Day Four, non-combat]
Jun 27, 2010 15:45:27 GMT -5
Post by WT on Jun 27, 2010 15:45:27 GMT -5
((OOC- Okay. Apparently her guilt is manifesting itself as the voices of clouds. Interesting. *shakes head and shrugs helplessly* Anyways, figured we may as well find the raft if we're gonna use it, ya?))
Well, it favors someone. Probably.
Plants. Aranica had to think about plants. Thinking about plants was good. If she focused, there was a chance that she could find food, which was good because even though she was used to hunger she really didn't enjoy it. The act of peering at and evaluating leaves, roots, and flowers also kept her from thinking about anything else, which meant she didn't have to pay attention to the fact that she had just killed someone, or to the roiling emotions that threatened to take over every time she allowed her mind to wander back to that morning.
It was also the best thing she could come up with to help her ignore the fact that she had started hearing clouds talk to her.
Thanks for doing what we needed to, Ara. It was really quite helpful of you.
Plants. Plants. Aranica clung to her rock with the hand that held her gun and picked up a new flower in the other, wondering if it was one she had learned in the training stations, but it had one too many petals. She thanked it, put it back beneath the tree where she had found it, and moved on.
You know, we didn't think it'd work. It's hard to manipulate humans, but it seems you're enough of a rock that-
She focused very, very hard and shut out the clouds. Her rock whispered reassurance, and she held on to it even tighter. Feeling began to dissipate from her fingers, but she didn't mind- anything to help keep the clouds away. She couldn't let the clouds control her, or she might turn into a cloud-assassin and that would be bad.
Suddenly something bright among the blackness caught her eye. She inched her dust-blackened form (quite nice of the dust to try to hide and comfort her, really, but it wouldn't take her thanks) through the equally dark plants and trained her eyes toward the spot of color. She probably should have been looking at the water, because it was important to drink and figuring out whether that water was safe would be good, but the color and what it heralded were far too interesting.
The shape floating in the water was almost completely obscured by the dust. Only a tiny bit of color showed through. That was enough, though. Aranica stared at the object floating on the water, and allowed herself to be just a tiny bit surprised. (Of course, that also meant allowing herself to be a tiny bit worried and shocked and sad and guilty and lots of other things, but she would take that for one of the only moments of happy surprise she'd had in the last few days.)
She looked back over her shoulder, searching for her ally. "Dru," she said quietly, pouring all her focus into the words so that there was no room for other things to distract her. "There's a raft in that water."
Well, it favors someone. Probably.
Plants. Aranica had to think about plants. Thinking about plants was good. If she focused, there was a chance that she could find food, which was good because even though she was used to hunger she really didn't enjoy it. The act of peering at and evaluating leaves, roots, and flowers also kept her from thinking about anything else, which meant she didn't have to pay attention to the fact that she had just killed someone, or to the roiling emotions that threatened to take over every time she allowed her mind to wander back to that morning.
It was also the best thing she could come up with to help her ignore the fact that she had started hearing clouds talk to her.
Thanks for doing what we needed to, Ara. It was really quite helpful of you.
Plants. Plants. Aranica clung to her rock with the hand that held her gun and picked up a new flower in the other, wondering if it was one she had learned in the training stations, but it had one too many petals. She thanked it, put it back beneath the tree where she had found it, and moved on.
You know, we didn't think it'd work. It's hard to manipulate humans, but it seems you're enough of a rock that-
She focused very, very hard and shut out the clouds. Her rock whispered reassurance, and she held on to it even tighter. Feeling began to dissipate from her fingers, but she didn't mind- anything to help keep the clouds away. She couldn't let the clouds control her, or she might turn into a cloud-assassin and that would be bad.
Suddenly something bright among the blackness caught her eye. She inched her dust-blackened form (quite nice of the dust to try to hide and comfort her, really, but it wouldn't take her thanks) through the equally dark plants and trained her eyes toward the spot of color. She probably should have been looking at the water, because it was important to drink and figuring out whether that water was safe would be good, but the color and what it heralded were far too interesting.
The shape floating in the water was almost completely obscured by the dust. Only a tiny bit of color showed through. That was enough, though. Aranica stared at the object floating on the water, and allowed herself to be just a tiny bit surprised. (Of course, that also meant allowing herself to be a tiny bit worried and shocked and sad and guilty and lots of other things, but she would take that for one of the only moments of happy surprise she'd had in the last few days.)
She looked back over her shoulder, searching for her ally. "Dru," she said quietly, pouring all her focus into the words so that there was no room for other things to distract her. "There's a raft in that water."
