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cutting_edgex23) wrote2013-06-08 07:44 pm
cutting_edgex23) wrote2013-06-08 07:44 pm
When the stars threw down their spears
Norman agrees to take X, Elle, and Bruce up to the mountains, though he does sniff disdainfully when Thor decides to fly himself.
The trip itself is cold and breezy, because it is made in dragon claws, and they do not offer all that much protection against the elements. Still, it is not raining. That would make this even more difficult than it will be already.
Norman -- in consultation with the others -- eventually sets them down on a flattish outcropping of stones, then takes himself and Bruce to perch on a separate, nearby rock.
It gives them the best view.
X, in the meantime, gives Elle a small bottle of trigger scent, then goes to stand by Thor and wait.
She is tense as piano wire.
The scent of fear is heavy in the air.
The trip itself is cold and breezy, because it is made in dragon claws, and they do not offer all that much protection against the elements. Still, it is not raining. That would make this even more difficult than it will be already.
Norman -- in consultation with the others -- eventually sets them down on a flattish outcropping of stones, then takes himself and Bruce to perch on a separate, nearby rock.
It gives them the best view.
X, in the meantime, gives Elle a small bottle of trigger scent, then goes to stand by Thor and wait.
She is tense as piano wire.
The scent of fear is heavy in the air.
no subject
(Not that she has ever really let it go. She can't. It is not safe.)
"I can. I -- "
She raises her head a little to look at Thor and Norman, though she makes no move to break contact with either Elle or Bruce.
Not until they are safely away. If then.
"I will be okay."
This is, in its own way, another kind of promise. But her steps remain mostly unwavering as they make their way to the dragon and Thor, and home.
"Thank you."