It just goes to show that, as the prostrate body jerks and goes still, Lenalee's primary concern will never be the weapon trained on her. She's been held at gunpoint before. Often by creatures far less forgiveable than another human. She lurches at the ragged voice, seeking out identifiable features in the dim light cast from inside.]
What's— stop!
[She's flying down the branch in an instant— 'flying', of course, not quite as literal a term now as it once might have been— and she really isn't even all that sure of what she means to do once she gets to them (if she gets to them), but it's true. There are some things your body will always be prepared to do, with or without your consent.]
Re: Day 8_(?), a late evening
It just goes to show that, as the prostrate body jerks and goes still, Lenalee's primary concern will never be the weapon trained on her. She's been held at gunpoint before. Often by creatures far less forgiveable than another human. She lurches at the ragged voice, seeking out identifiable features in the dim light cast from inside.]
What's— stop!
[She's flying down the branch in an instant— 'flying', of course, not quite as literal a term now as it once might have been— and she really isn't even all that sure of what she means to do once she gets to them (if she gets to them), but it's true. There are some things your body will always be prepared to do, with or without your consent.]
Let them go! Chrys?