bookthefts: (twenty-four |)
irene winters. ([personal profile] bookthefts) wrote in [community profile] aftr_ooc 2019-01-18 09:04 pm (UTC)

( A very, very complicated one.

Irene runs on adrenaline and a certain acclimatisation to the concept of disaster, pushing through the thinning air and the spiking heat with gritted teeth and constant glances back at her new partner, all striking features and beautiful ringlets of hair. They're going to make it. The distance between themselves and the water is increasing, and they're surely getting closer to the summit now that the air is so thin.

Irene can't help but notice that, even in this place which is no alternate of Earth, the same narrative tropes apply. Get to the peak, the tip of the mountain. A key location. It's comforting in a way.

But her musings are a distraction, and enough of one that she very nearly runs into a lungblossom as they head for the thicket, the plant moving ever so slowly around the edge of the wilderness. She takes a deep breath and manages to halt before she does collide, staring at the thing with more than a dash of curiosity.
)

Do you recognise these?

( Ugh, what she wouldn't give for some pre-running for your life information on this mountain. )

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