[Angel glances around the trees, as if it might give her some idea of just how far she's made it. Further than her feet had gotten her during the first half an hour or so -- a walk to clear her head while Jean packed up his roaming coffee shop. It's faster now, but that doesn't give her a clear idea of where she is.]
Not nearly far enough. [Her pulls a faux grimace, before turning her camera around to show her surroundings.] Give my condolences to Torch Dragon for all the work he's having to do. We can make camp once you're here and rest for the night.
[It's another memory that she misses. Even before she'd left, Angel and Krieg had done precious little traveling together, at least not when compared to the start of their journey. She'd struck out on her own for a time, but those cold nights didn't compare to the ones spent by a too-large fire, laughing until the moon was high in the sky, and then sleeping peacefully until the sun rose again.]
You remember the first night we did that, don't you? [There had been another face there, a kindly, older man that had since left the world. She hardly remembered him, hardly remembered anything beyond the pressing fear that Jack was close behind them. And of course, she remembered Krieg, illuminated in firelight.
Despite her fear, that image, coupled with his promises to keep her safe, had helped her sleep peacefully. They'd helped her sleep peacefully every night they spent out in the wilds.]
me, quietly trying to pretend that i didn't forget that she's riding with jean
Not nearly far enough. [Her pulls a faux grimace, before turning her camera around to show her surroundings.] Give my condolences to Torch Dragon for all the work he's having to do. We can make camp once you're here and rest for the night.
[It's another memory that she misses. Even before she'd left, Angel and Krieg had done precious little traveling together, at least not when compared to the start of their journey. She'd struck out on her own for a time, but those cold nights didn't compare to the ones spent by a too-large fire, laughing until the moon was high in the sky, and then sleeping peacefully until the sun rose again.]
You remember the first night we did that, don't you? [There had been another face there, a kindly, older man that had since left the world. She hardly remembered him, hardly remembered anything beyond the pressing fear that Jack was close behind them. And of course, she remembered Krieg, illuminated in firelight.
Despite her fear, that image, coupled with his promises to keep her safe, had helped her sleep peacefully. They'd helped her sleep peacefully every night they spent out in the wilds.]