am i running through that mind of yours at all?
i have big ideas for you and me
She acutely can remember the bite to her ankle she received last time she encountered one of these worms. She also distinctly recalls the smell of cooking chicken of all things, when her fireworks had singed the flesh once upon a time. Perhaps just for the sheer idea of it, they could kill a couple of them… Nuisances that they were. Besides, many of the Naturals cooked them up for food, so what harm would really be done?
She mentions a net, however, and she pauses just enough to try and pinpoint the sound. “Alright.” She offers quietly. “Maybe kill a couple of them if they try anything.” She teases, earlier thoughts slipping through as she can hear Deimos moving around. He must have made a net, she assumes, focusing on the angle he points her to when he mentions he’s found one.
Silently, she listens to the movement of the worm in the mud, pinpointing its direction and size similar to echolocation, her hearing far better now that her eyes are gone. Hands glimmering with a bit of fire, she focuses on the location of it, trying to corral it on the sides so Deimos can have a shot to try and glance it with the net. But then, came the question, of how to keep it alive until she had all the other parts to the quest…
Something to think about. “I think I have it blocked off.” She informs him, wrists bending slightly with ease, angling the flame to herd it toward where she recalls Deimos had stood.
She mentions a net, however, and she pauses just enough to try and pinpoint the sound. “Alright.” She offers quietly. “Maybe kill a couple of them if they try anything.” She teases, earlier thoughts slipping through as she can hear Deimos moving around. He must have made a net, she assumes, focusing on the angle he points her to when he mentions he’s found one.
Silently, she listens to the movement of the worm in the mud, pinpointing its direction and size similar to echolocation, her hearing far better now that her eyes are gone. Hands glimmering with a bit of fire, she focuses on the location of it, trying to corral it on the sides so Deimos can have a shot to try and glance it with the net. But then, came the question, of how to keep it alive until she had all the other parts to the quest…
Something to think about. “I think I have it blocked off.” She informs him, wrists bending slightly with ease, angling the flame to herd it toward where she recalls Deimos had stood.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
