Working with Simon has been a blessedly mundane experience.
He’s skillful, he’s reliable... and thus far, he’s kept any terrible personal traumas from bleeding onto his public duty.
All that shouldn’t be such a surprise, but with half their number dead or mad, well. Expectations have lowered. He doesn’t need a title to exceed some others she’s run with of late; hotheads and the empty-handed, all these new young officers trying to hold together the wreckage of their ranks.
Wren steps carefully to his side, one hand flashing out in the signal for wait, caution, the other slipping to the short hilt of a dirk. That deep thrum in the earth, like every stray hair set to vibrating,
She jerks her chin to the ground, and her eyebrows lift in question. Whatever’s ahead of them, beneath them, is he ready?
A few short gestures to the sides: Eyes peeled, go slow. There’s no telling what others might have left behind. Better they not stroll in blind — or worse, find themselves plunging through a tunnel ceiling.
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He’s skillful, he’s reliable... and thus far, he’s kept any terrible personal traumas from bleeding onto his public duty.
All that shouldn’t be such a surprise, but with half their number dead or mad, well. Expectations have lowered. He doesn’t need a title to exceed some others she’s run with of late; hotheads and the empty-handed, all these new young officers trying to hold together the wreckage of their ranks.
Wren steps carefully to his side, one hand flashing out in the signal for wait, caution, the other slipping to the short hilt of a dirk. That deep thrum in the earth, like every stray hair set to vibrating,
She jerks her chin to the ground, and her eyebrows lift in question. Whatever’s ahead of them, beneath them, is he ready?
A few short gestures to the sides: Eyes peeled, go slow. There’s no telling what others might have left behind. Better they not stroll in blind — or worse, find themselves plunging through a tunnel ceiling.
[ ahaha, thanks! ❤ ]