08-03-2015, 08:38 AM
Sierra didn't like the idea of holding on to another person as closely as necessary for a snow mobile. It wasn't foreign to her, but the whole stranger thing made her uncomfortable. But she managed to do so without too much issue.
The ride into civilization was quiet until Jaxen asked about a some current event or another. It seemed there was much to catch up on with her absence, not that she cared one way or the other. Human trivialities were a just that trivial, and Sierra had very little interest in it most of the time. That was until Elias said the man Jaxen had asked about was "like us".
Like us? Sierra wasn't exactly sure what he thought, if she was included in the weird manifestations that she'd seen since coming into their presence. "Like us? Are you including me in the like us? I can't walk on water or start fires without tinder and some tools."
She was different but she was not whatever Elias was, and she had to wonder how Elias had known to include Jaxen in the "us" part. Was there some way to detect this magic? This strangeness?
Sierra knew how to find others of her kind, the golden eyes were a dead give away. In the short span of time she'd been with these two she'd forgotten that her contacts needed to be replaced. She looked down at the floor. The last thing she needed was to be thought of as different. It could mean her life.
The ride into civilization was quiet until Jaxen asked about a some current event or another. It seemed there was much to catch up on with her absence, not that she cared one way or the other. Human trivialities were a just that trivial, and Sierra had very little interest in it most of the time. That was until Elias said the man Jaxen had asked about was "like us".
Like us? Sierra wasn't exactly sure what he thought, if she was included in the weird manifestations that she'd seen since coming into their presence. "Like us? Are you including me in the like us? I can't walk on water or start fires without tinder and some tools."
She was different but she was not whatever Elias was, and she had to wonder how Elias had known to include Jaxen in the "us" part. Was there some way to detect this magic? This strangeness?
Sierra knew how to find others of her kind, the golden eyes were a dead give away. In the short span of time she'd been with these two she'd forgotten that her contacts needed to be replaced. She looked down at the floor. The last thing she needed was to be thought of as different. It could mean her life.