Clarice was sitting at the edge of the dinner crowd, trying to weave a cylindrical quiver-basket out of raffia. Her arms hurt, her shoulders hurt, her fingertips were sore from plucking the bowstring, and she'd added another layer of freckle and sunburn to her skin. Lifting her arms caused crunchy noises. But at least she was hitting the target marginally more often than not, now.
Her hair was drying from a quick dip in the ocean. Daniel had been running around all day and they hadn't really seen each other. It made her a little sad, but she had known getting into this that he was hyper-busy all the time. Besides...their very civil and considerate disagreement about firearms had left her kind of confused and unhappy. /I don't doubt that Daniel cares about me. But sometimes I wonder if he respects me all that much./ She knew her self-confidence and self-esteem were at a pretty damn low point right then, though, so she tried not to dwell on it.
When George came up, she gave her a tired smile. "Hey George. Yeah, sure." She scooted over on her log.
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[Clarice] Practice Aftermath (tag George, open)
Date: 2006-04-27 07:40 pm (UTC)Her hair was drying from a quick dip in the ocean. Daniel had been running around all day and they hadn't really seen each other. It made her a little sad, but she had known getting into this that he was hyper-busy all the time. Besides...their very civil and considerate disagreement about firearms had left her kind of confused and unhappy. /I don't doubt that Daniel cares about me. But sometimes I wonder if he respects me all that much./ She knew her self-confidence and self-esteem were at a pretty damn low point right then, though, so she tried not to dwell on it.
When George came up, she gave her a tired smile. "Hey George. Yeah, sure." She scooted over on her log.