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12.Nov.12, 01:33 PM
Ellaira watched the goldrider with something akin to amusement and something akin to wistfulness. It wasn't hard to tell that Jada was reluctant - perhaps nervous, or afraid. Ellaira couldn't bring herself to judge the other woman for it, though. So many of the stolen Candidates had adjusted well, while others had not. If she hadn't spent so much of her life in the South, living off the land, losing everyone one by one and being shaped by the far south... would she be nearly so free? Loss had freed her. Pain had freed her. Sometimes she forgot that.
So she merely smiled when Jada gesticulated with a flat rock. Skipping stones was a favorite past-time of hers - and one she'd done quite a bit of this camping trip. Ellaira watched Jada as the young woman looked at everything but her.
"I suppose I was a bit loud," she said, rueful amusement in her voice and dancing eyes. "Privacy isn't what it used to be." Ellaira winked at Jada, hoping the girl took it as a joke, rather than a chiding comment. She tried to pick up sand with her foot and failed spectacularly, with all of the sand washing off of her foot before she could lift it high enough to be useful. Undaunted, she tried again.
As soon as Jada said that she would join, Ellaira grinned, and dove back underwater to grab more sand, surfacing with double handfuls as the goldrider dashed into the water with a shriek. She laughed gleefully, plopping sand on her shoulders and scrubbing grime away. "The sun's hot, though! Get clean and then we can sun dry, like grumpy old lizards!"
So she merely smiled when Jada gesticulated with a flat rock. Skipping stones was a favorite past-time of hers - and one she'd done quite a bit of this camping trip. Ellaira watched Jada as the young woman looked at everything but her.
"I suppose I was a bit loud," she said, rueful amusement in her voice and dancing eyes. "Privacy isn't what it used to be." Ellaira winked at Jada, hoping the girl took it as a joke, rather than a chiding comment. She tried to pick up sand with her foot and failed spectacularly, with all of the sand washing off of her foot before she could lift it high enough to be useful. Undaunted, she tried again.
As soon as Jada said that she would join, Ellaira grinned, and dove back underwater to grab more sand, surfacing with double handfuls as the goldrider dashed into the water with a shriek. She laughed gleefully, plopping sand on her shoulders and scrubbing grime away. "The sun's hot, though! Get clean and then we can sun dry, like grumpy old lizards!"
