Noe
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail
Strategy sets the scene for the tale
Strategy sets the scene for the tale
Sol's grab came as something of a surprise to Noe, who stumbled to a halt the moment she felt her best friend's hand close on her wrist. She glanced over her shoulder, paused with one foot forward and one foot back, and waited for Sol to either let go, pull her back, or come forward with her. Her long, dark hair, cascading in waves down her back, blew gently in the breeze as she waited patiently. Eventually, Sol released her, albeit slowly, and Noe linked arms with her bestie as they started into the crater - as much for her own sake as for Sol's.
"Soooo, this is supposed to have been some kind of meteor, yeah?" Noe asked, carefully watching each footfall to make sure she didn't trip. She looked up, using the hand not attached to Sol's arm to shield her eyes against the sun. The crater was large, and dark, and dead - but, strangely, empty. "But, like, where's the meteor, then?" There should have been something there, if only remnants of whatever had passed through the atmosphere - unless it had burned up. But, if that was the case, there shouldn't be a crater. It didn't make any sense.
"Soooo, this is supposed to have been some kind of meteor, yeah?" Noe asked, carefully watching each footfall to make sure she didn't trip. She looked up, using the hand not attached to Sol's arm to shield her eyes against the sun. The crater was large, and dark, and dead - but, strangely, empty. "But, like, where's the meteor, then?" There should have been something there, if only remnants of whatever had passed through the atmosphere - unless it had burned up. But, if that was the case, there shouldn't be a crater. It didn't make any sense.
I'm the wind in our free-flowing sails
And the liquor in our cocktails
And the liquor in our cocktails
