[ The bear has to be left behind. Of course it does, there's no way she's going to be able to lug that thing back all by herself: it's a bear. No matter how close it is to town. Hopefully the animal will remain undisturbed by any roaming predators before she has a chance to get back to it.
She's unsteady on her feet by the time she reaches town. Shaken and pale and the now unloaded flare gun still in her hand. She hit Tim, too. But she can't focus on that right now, she can't let herself. That bear— it's food.
The colour aura around is a bright and fizzling pale colours of white and yellow. She smells like flare-shell discharge and damp air and sweat. She's dazed and overwhelmed and exhausted. Merry trots at her side, tail between his legs: wary and cowed. ]
Hey, I uh— I need... help.
— two
[ When the bear's finally brought back to Milton, she heads to the Community Hall. It's only then that she really allows herself to breathe: she legit killed a bear and hit Tim. Like hit him. In the face. She's never raised her hand to anyone before but she just— she just got the maddest she'd ever been in her life, saw red and just—
she doesn't know. It's really put a damper on the whole 'coming back home' thing.
Silverpoint had been good for her, at least. But now she's— she doesn't know what happened out there in the woods.
She makes a bee-line for the fire and collapses into a nearby chair to warm herself. Merry flops down at her feet, sullen. The colours around her still remain pale of her shock and stun, but there's darker colours fading in: mournful purples and dark blues. Bringing home the bear-bacon doesn't feel at all like it's chalked up to be. ]
if I implore you, could I be your lamb? — open, post-what lies beneath / try honesty
[ The bear has to be left behind. Of course it does, there's no way she's going to be able to lug that thing back all by herself: it's a bear. No matter how close it is to town. Hopefully the animal will remain undisturbed by any roaming predators before she has a chance to get back to it.
She's unsteady on her feet by the time she reaches town. Shaken and pale and the now unloaded flare gun still in her hand. She hit Tim, too. But she can't focus on that right now, she can't let herself. That bear— it's food.
The colour aura around is a bright and fizzling pale colours of white and yellow. She smells like flare-shell discharge and damp air and sweat. She's dazed and overwhelmed and exhausted. Merry trots at her side, tail between his legs: wary and cowed. ]
Hey, I uh— I need... help.
— two
[ When the bear's finally brought back to Milton, she heads to the Community Hall. It's only then that she really allows herself to breathe: she legit killed a bear and hit Tim. Like hit him. In the face. She's never raised her hand to anyone before but she just— she just got the maddest she'd ever been in her life, saw red and just—
she doesn't know. It's really put a damper on the whole 'coming back home' thing.
Silverpoint had been good for her, at least. But now she's— she doesn't know what happened out there in the woods.
She makes a bee-line for the fire and collapses into a nearby chair to warm herself. Merry flops down at her feet, sullen. The colours around her still remain pale of her shock and stun, but there's darker colours fading in: mournful purples and dark blues. Bringing home the bear-bacon doesn't feel at all like it's chalked up to be. ]