shri: (» now they whisper it)
lakshmi· ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴀsᴛᴇʀ · bai ([personal profile] shri) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar 2017-01-03 11:04 pm (UTC)

arrival

He's trouble.

He's big and he's trouble and he looks better with blood on his face - or maybe just that he's used to it, she can't tell.

Perhaps the more sensible thing is to leave him, and in another circumstance perhaps she would. But with nine of them near soldiers she doesn't know and doesn't trust. Armed when as she looks over everyone else, none of them are.

It makes the decision easier when he looks like he as brute strength to spare.

She unwraps her scarf from around her neck she's using to shield herself from the cold and crouches near him, not close, not boxing him in, but she holds it up as answer to the surly question on his face. "Before the blood freezes on you, here." Rocked up on her toes, her elbow balancing her weight against the inside of her knee. She's not armoured so much as well dressed, but not for this cold. Heavy leather gloves and boots that are plated in sections with metal, clothes that are dirt and blood stained for a long time, the way anything worn long enough becomes worn in.

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