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shenevermisses) wrote2013-04-07 07:31 pm
shenevermisses) wrote2013-04-07 07:31 pm
16th Throw - [ written / action ]
[Written:]
I want to work for the Malnosso. [It's written because she wants to say it, but she doesn't trust her voice.]
I want to be out of this enclosure, working for them. Especially on the battlefield. If they'd just let me, my knives are theirs.
I hate this waiting. Hate it. Sure, time to heal after the fight. Time to rest. But I know how this goes. How long it'll be before I have a knife in my hand for anything other than hunting. Before I get to really fight again.
I hate it.
Why can we just sign up? Go into battle and let that be that. Leave us there, provide supplies, die and come back again and again. I'm useful in a fight. Sitting around here? It's pointless.
[Action:
Clove hasn't spent much time at the apartment. She's been holed up at the camp she established when she first came.
Tonight, for the first time since she got back, there's a fire. Plenty of kindling and proper logs, but also... ball and oval-like bits of wood being thrown in.
All the carving she'd done when Cato had been worrying about her? It's all going into the fire now. Burning.
It was stupid to do it. To pretend she could have something other than battle. She knows now, better than she did before maybe-- that's all she's good for.]
I want to work for the Malnosso. [It's written because she wants to say it, but she doesn't trust her voice.]
I want to be out of this enclosure, working for them. Especially on the battlefield. If they'd just let me, my knives are theirs.
I hate this waiting. Hate it. Sure, time to heal after the fight. Time to rest. But I know how this goes. How long it'll be before I have a knife in my hand for anything other than hunting. Before I get to really fight again.
I hate it.
Why can we just sign up? Go into battle and let that be that. Leave us there, provide supplies, die and come back again and again. I'm useful in a fight. Sitting around here? It's pointless.
[Action:
Clove hasn't spent much time at the apartment. She's been holed up at the camp she established when she first came.
Tonight, for the first time since she got back, there's a fire. Plenty of kindling and proper logs, but also... ball and oval-like bits of wood being thrown in.
All the carving she'd done when Cato had been worrying about her? It's all going into the fire now. Burning.
It was stupid to do it. To pretend she could have something other than battle. She knows now, better than she did before maybe-- that's all she's good for.]
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