[ Disdain is really the best that Miles can expect, can't he. He'd thought to sit out this first round, but it turns out that mucking stables without ever being given a chance to ride a horse is utterly maddening. And even he can't stay down in a dark mental pit for very long. He itches for activity. To do something, anything useful.
So here he is. Having done his best to help with the guards - distracting, mostly - before trudging his way down towards the Cetagandan base. This ... is not a good idea. If he's caught, the ramifications will be incredibly bad ...
Better not get caught then, he thinks, as he moves across the snow as quietly as he can. He glances up at Carolina when they have a free moment. ]
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So here he is. Having done his best to help with the guards - distracting, mostly - before trudging his way down towards the Cetagandan base. This ... is not a good idea. If he's caught, the ramifications will be incredibly bad ...
Better not get caught then, he thinks, as he moves across the snow as quietly as he can. He glances up at Carolina when they have a free moment. ]
Done this sort of thing before?