miranda tern (fins) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-02-28 09:01:00 |
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Miranda had spent the last several hours tending to her shoulder (the dagger gash was painful, but not too deep) and going through her gear again and again. Despite the prickle of uneasiness she had felt about having to kill a former ally, Sephora's death had been a blessing -- Miranda now had everything the other girl had robbed from Ariel (raincoat, canteen, medical supplies) as well as her own medical gear and weapons. There were so few of them left, and optimism made her buoyant. She had medicine and weapons, and despite the splinted arm, she could take care of herself. Going home was now a glowing certainty. The clatter of the parachute woke her up a few hours later from damp, uneasy sleep, and she scrambled towards it, hands numb on the hot container. She pulled it open, nose prickling with the familiar smell of fish. Miranda sat back on her heels with an cheerful whistle. Kennewick and Peregrine hadn't given up on her at all -- it had been a small fear she had briefly nursed after the Career pack dissolution, and had subsequently decreased with the appearance of bread and the gleaming spear. But this was a reward for a job well done, and despite the throbbing ache in her shoulder, she couldn't help but grin. They were there, somewhere, watching, hopefully happy, maybe proud, and even though she had always hated when certain other people talked to the camera, it suddenly seemed like the right thing to do. "Thanks," Miranda called out, eyes glancing around the leaky tent awkwardly. "I'm going to spear a bunch more after this, okay?" |