You're so cold
but you feel alive
"Sounds good," she agreed. After pocketing her ruined gloves, the girl stood and brushed the snow off her hands, marginally more clean now than before, and followed him as he picked a new direction.
At first, she tried to simply walk in his footsteps. The snow that reach him halfway up the calves was knee deep and more on her. But after a few attempts she had to trail her own path, behind and little to the side of Sunjata; his legs were just too long, keeping to them would force her to skip along like a rabbit.
By the time he paused to check on her she was winded and sweaty, hair gone wild where it tore loose from the braid, clearly challenged by his pace and just as clearly refusing to fall behind.
Coming up to stand beside him as he turned back to study the path ahead, her arm reached out to hook around his waist, quietly lingering in his space even though her attention was mostly on the task at hand. "It's a good place," she nodded. "We could circle around it and set something up at the far end of it.
"Have you made snares before?" With her free hand, Maea reached into her satchel and pulled out a roll of thin leather cord.
At first, she tried to simply walk in his footsteps. The snow that reach him halfway up the calves was knee deep and more on her. But after a few attempts she had to trail her own path, behind and little to the side of Sunjata; his legs were just too long, keeping to them would force her to skip along like a rabbit.
By the time he paused to check on her she was winded and sweaty, hair gone wild where it tore loose from the braid, clearly challenged by his pace and just as clearly refusing to fall behind.
Coming up to stand beside him as he turned back to study the path ahead, her arm reached out to hook around his waist, quietly lingering in his space even though her attention was mostly on the task at hand. "It's a good place," she nodded. "We could circle around it and set something up at the far end of it.
"Have you made snares before?" With her free hand, Maea reached into her satchel and pulled out a roll of thin leather cord.
lay your hands on me
one last time
MAEA
