06-08-2015, 08:00 AM
Sierra smirked at camping for a week. Sierra had been out in the snow and cold for the past three months or more. She'd lived in the wilderness for most of her life a week. Sierra really wanted to laugh but she didn't.
Her gear wasn't much, and most of it had been made by herself, was stored in a nearby wayward pine staying dry and waiting for her to pick it up. Sierra shrugged at Jaxen's thought that it was dangerous. It wasn't that dangerous, it was far more dangerous around people. People were the ones who killed for no reason what-so-ever. They kidnapped people. Another reason she dreaded going back into the city.
Siera smiled, "The city is far more dangerous. I'm sure you weren't kidnapped from the woods."
Her gear wasn't much, and most of it had been made by herself, was stored in a nearby wayward pine staying dry and waiting for her to pick it up. Sierra shrugged at Jaxen's thought that it was dangerous. It wasn't that dangerous, it was far more dangerous around people. People were the ones who killed for no reason what-so-ever. They kidnapped people. Another reason she dreaded going back into the city.
Siera smiled, "The city is far more dangerous. I'm sure you weren't kidnapped from the woods."