moon touched ; aspen & willa | blitz
Jun 23, 2021 15:53:50 GMT -5
Post by d7f amber bosch 🌿 tris on Jun 23, 2021 15:53:50 GMT -5
A S P E N
Admittedly, I'm still a little shaken from my confrontation with Reece. I try to hide it when I rejoin the group, but if there's one thing I'm good at, it's letting everyone know I'm pissed. Sighing, I run my hand across my face in frustration, taking care not to touch my nose like the last time. As much as it annoys me, I try to remind myself that my honesty isn't a bad thing. I don't have secrets. What you see is what you get.
Funnily enough, one of my allies has already had the good grace to let me know he wants nothing to do with me. I finally let go of my spear, laying it across my canoe and taking my bag in my hands once more. Gracelessly, I stomp over to a quiet corner of the area, where Willa and Nora have started to work on separating what remains of the wealth. I appreciate their organization skills, but it's the chance at a distraction that calls out at me.
"Did I miss anything cool here?" I ask a little softer than my normal tone, training my gaze on the open pouch of my bag and the items I rearrange clumsily. Really, I just want something for my hands to do — since throwing a punch at Reece would probably get me kicked out of the alliance. And then what? I know myself, and because of that, I'm aware of my own shortcomings. A good fighter isn't the same thing as a good survivor.
My gaze lifts to Willa, but I quickly avert it before she can look back at me. "I shouldn't assume. Had you ever done anything like that before?" I unroll a set of bandages as I fidget, later realizing I should clarify what I'm trying to ask. "I mean, holding a weapon, and getting up close and personal like you did." I snicker at the thought, but I don't mean it to be rude. I offer her a small smile.
"What don't we know about you, Willa? Maybe you'll outlive us all."
Funnily enough, one of my allies has already had the good grace to let me know he wants nothing to do with me. I finally let go of my spear, laying it across my canoe and taking my bag in my hands once more. Gracelessly, I stomp over to a quiet corner of the area, where Willa and Nora have started to work on separating what remains of the wealth. I appreciate their organization skills, but it's the chance at a distraction that calls out at me.
"Did I miss anything cool here?" I ask a little softer than my normal tone, training my gaze on the open pouch of my bag and the items I rearrange clumsily. Really, I just want something for my hands to do — since throwing a punch at Reece would probably get me kicked out of the alliance. And then what? I know myself, and because of that, I'm aware of my own shortcomings. A good fighter isn't the same thing as a good survivor.
My gaze lifts to Willa, but I quickly avert it before she can look back at me. "I shouldn't assume. Had you ever done anything like that before?" I unroll a set of bandages as I fidget, later realizing I should clarify what I'm trying to ask. "I mean, holding a weapon, and getting up close and personal like you did." I snicker at the thought, but I don't mean it to be rude. I offer her a small smile.
"What don't we know about you, Willa? Maybe you'll outlive us all."
