Clarice's eyes flicked covetously to his sidearm before she could stop them. /Don't go there./ She looked away.
She took the water and sipped at it. "Thank you. Ah've had water regularly. We don't have enough sunscreen or I would have taken some. I'm gonna be out at the range twice a day every day for at least an hour; I'd blow through our stores as they are in a week by myself. Maybe ah should make a broad-brimmed hat or something." Though if that turned out as badly as her quiver...no, that wasn't physically possible. "Mostly I should just learn to tough it out.
"Aloe?" That would feel good. But it would run out too. She hesitated. /Screw it. I think I'll ask for some anyway./
Mention of Faith and one other person. "I ran into Faith earlier," she started. But then Daniel used the word "interesting" in a very telling way...and she closed her mouth with a snap.
A little smirk crossed her features. "More 'interesting' people. That's nice." Oh, and Faith was Tara's friend, so she'd have to marginally get along with her. Fine, whatever. Faith could bite her tongue; so could Clarice. She sighed. /There are so many 'interesting' people on this beach that I wonder if us boring ones are in the minority./
"It's not a coincidence. I don't think any of this is."
Small talk about the bow again. She huffed in exasperation. "Yes, these archaic pieces of crap are tricky, and yes, they require arm strength, which means my arms are going to hurt like hell for a while every morning because I've never done this before.
"To answer your question, I did terribly. I can barely hit every other mark, I'm quite frustrated, and I'm scared I won't have time to improve worth anything before the next attack."
"And that's why you're pushing yourself way too hard in practice?"
Her eyes brightened with tears; she gulped and fought them down. Her voice was quiet, but pointed. "Sweetheart, do you really think those bastards are gonna wait until I'm healed and ready to handle things before they come after us again? I have to improve my aim /now/. Anyway, I'll take sore arms and sunburn over having to fight off club-wielding lunatics with my eating knife again."
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[Clarice] Room for One More? (tag Daniel, open)
Date: 2006-05-02 12:35 am (UTC)She took the water and sipped at it. "Thank you. Ah've had water regularly. We don't have enough sunscreen or I would have taken some. I'm gonna be out at the range twice a day every day for at least an hour; I'd blow through our stores as they are in a week by myself. Maybe ah should make a broad-brimmed hat or something." Though if that turned out as badly as her quiver...no, that wasn't physically possible. "Mostly I should just learn to tough it out.
"Aloe?" That would feel good. But it would run out too. She hesitated. /Screw it. I think I'll ask for some anyway./
Mention of Faith and one other person. "I ran into Faith earlier," she started. But then Daniel used the word "interesting" in a very telling way...and she closed her mouth with a snap.
A little smirk crossed her features. "More 'interesting' people. That's nice." Oh, and Faith was Tara's friend, so she'd have to marginally get along with her. Fine, whatever. Faith could bite her tongue; so could Clarice. She sighed. /There are so many 'interesting' people on this beach that I wonder if us boring ones are in the minority./
"It's not a coincidence. I don't think any of this is."
Small talk about the bow again. She huffed in exasperation. "Yes, these archaic pieces of crap are tricky, and yes, they require arm strength, which means my arms are going to hurt like hell for a while every morning because I've never done this before.
"To answer your question, I did terribly. I can barely hit every other mark, I'm quite frustrated, and I'm scared I won't have time to improve worth anything before the next attack."
"And that's why you're pushing yourself way too hard in practice?"
Her eyes brightened with tears; she gulped and fought them down. Her voice was quiet, but pointed. "Sweetheart, do you really think those bastards are gonna wait until I'm healed and ready to handle things before they come after us again? I have to improve my aim /now/. Anyway, I'll take sore arms and sunburn over having to fight off club-wielding lunatics with my eating knife again."