She hates leaving her cabin these days without a goal. (She hates being stuck in it, too.) But she's curious now, at least, and doesn't recognize the name for once.
So she turns up and when she spots him she knows immediately it's him. She's wearing her usual functional layers, hair tucked up under her military style cap, her knife in her boot.
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Date: 2024-05-16 08:17 am (UTC)From:So she turns up and when she spots him she knows immediately it's him. She's wearing her usual functional layers, hair tucked up under her military style cap, her knife in her boot.
She frowns.
"You're young."