[ she and hadder hadn't gotten far enough to actually meet the alliance recruiter, merely the man saw sent to stalk her instead of talking to her his damn self like the fucking adult he should have acted like. oh look, she's still bitter. ]
It was a year, maybe. A little longer? [ time means nothing to her. she's missed her own birthday more times than anyone should, too busy or distracted to notice that the time had come and gone and too apathetic about such things to care. she carefully starts one of the mandalas akshaya used to paint on the walls and floors, finally painting one of her own. ]
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[ she and hadder hadn't gotten far enough to actually meet the alliance recruiter, merely the man saw sent to stalk her instead of talking to her his damn self like the fucking adult he should have acted like. oh look, she's still bitter. ]
It was a year, maybe. A little longer? [ time means nothing to her. she's missed her own birthday more times than anyone should, too busy or distracted to notice that the time had come and gone and too apathetic about such things to care. she carefully starts one of the mandalas akshaya used to paint on the walls and floors, finally painting one of her own. ]
She was a cargo pilot. I forged all her scandocs.