[ The Shille proves little challenge to catch and kill, especially when one has no moral hangups about overturning little flowery porcupines on their backs and slashing their necks. As you do. The bellies are soft. The meat may be tougher than chicken, but it should do. This meal isn't meant to win any awards, just to comfort, right?
Amber herself is uncannily quiet throughout the hunt, focused on the work at hand and speaking only when necessary. She never, however, snaps at Havoc. That's anger, something she should have no claim on.
But safe inside the rover working beside one of the few people she would trust with her life, her mood improves somewhat, so much so that she can be heard humming a tune similar to Ride of the Valkyries while abusing the limits of creative license. She chops the leek-wannabe in rhythm too, looking at Havoc from the corner of her eyes. ]
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Amber herself is uncannily quiet throughout the hunt, focused on the work at hand and speaking only when necessary. She never, however, snaps at Havoc. That's anger, something she should have no claim on.
But safe inside the rover working beside one of the few people she would trust with her life, her mood improves somewhat, so much so that she can be heard humming a tune similar to Ride of the Valkyries while abusing the limits of creative license. She chops the leek-wannabe in rhythm too, looking at Havoc from the corner of her eyes. ]
When did you learn this?