Jade + Open
An outing into civilian territory. The Maine facility never had anything like this, and the second it had been proposed, Jade had leapt at the opportunity. Cape Disappointment may have been an apt name to some, but after being locked up tight in Limbo for so long – she was grateful for the open skies, the snow crunching beneath her feet, and the crackling fires.
After spending the bulk of her morning on the slopes and the afternoon on the ice, Jade was spending the last hour by one of those fires, stick in hand, smore roasting over the tendrils of flame. It was nothing like the days spent in the woods with her father and Ruby – a poor imitation, in fact – but it was enough to spur a tightness in her chest to grow. She hadn’t experienced nostalgia like this in quite some time. She wondered where her father was; what he was doing, if he was managing to find any sort of peace out there on his own.
Once her smore was just about cooking, Jade raised the stick a little higher away from the fire, letting the marshmallows crisp a bit more on the Graham Crackers. It was going to be quite the treat, better than most of what they got in Limbo, frankly, and she was looking forward to it.
Then, next to her, the individual cooking their own smore dropped their treat into the embers. Jade smiled gently and, seeing her own smore was done, extended the stick towards them so they could pluck the chocolate-and-marshmallow covered cracker off. “Here, take this one. I’ll make another.”