Adria frowns as she pulls her shawl a little tighter around her bare shoulders with one hand. In her other hand in a cup of something warm and yet, it doesn't really seem to be doing much. Perhaps it was the shock of everything that has happened, everything she has learned. Whatever the reason, she feels chilled and tired and yet, she can't seem to pull herself away from the fire because she wants to learn more about... Everything.
She steps closer to the fire, just as someone else seems to and for a moment her frown deepens and she looks as though she might have something... not so pleasant to say. But she remembers herself and reminds herself that being pleasant will enable her to learn more.
"I apologize, I did not see you."
FORGETTING IS SO LONG.
There's suddenly a beautifully decorated room, lavish in an older fashioned sense, though what seems to catch one's attention are the four people there. A woman in her thirties, two men about the same age and a teenage girl. All are dressed in what one might consider medieval style.
One of the men holds a staff weapon aimed at the other man. Her frowns as he yells, "Move!"
"I said kill him," the young girl demands looking at the man with the weapon.
He fires and there's a "No!" from the woman and she's pushing the other man out of the way and is hit instead. She crumples into a heap on the floor and the girl looks surprised and is quickly rushing to her side.
"Mother!"
The man with the weapon drops it and is also scrambling to the woman's side. They roll her over and the woman cries out in pain. Both of them look worried, but the girl places her hand on her mother's wound and the pain starts to ease from the woman's face.
But then there's a zapping sound and the young girl crumbles to the floor beside her mother just moments before another zapping sound is heard and the same thing happens to the man who had been holding the weapon.
Adria frowns, a spectator on the sidelines and her hands are balled up in fists at her side. It's obvious that the scene that has just unfolded before her and the unfortunate person who'd been pulled in with her has got under her skin.
"What is this?" she whispers as her nails dig into the palms of her hands.
WILD CARD
[Want another prompt? Feel free to start a new one. She'd most likely decide to go to Olympia because lol camping.]
Adria | Stargate: SG-1
Adria frowns as she pulls her shawl a little tighter around her bare shoulders with one hand. In her other hand in a cup of something warm and yet, it doesn't really seem to be doing much. Perhaps it was the shock of everything that has happened, everything she has learned. Whatever the reason, she feels chilled and tired and yet, she can't seem to pull herself away from the fire because she wants to learn more about... Everything.
She steps closer to the fire, just as someone else seems to and for a moment her frown deepens and she looks as though she might have something... not so pleasant to say. But she remembers herself and reminds herself that being pleasant will enable her to learn more.
"I apologize, I did not see you."
FORGETTING IS SO LONG.
There's suddenly a beautifully decorated room, lavish in an older fashioned sense, though what seems to catch one's attention are the four people there. A woman in her thirties, two men about the same age and a teenage girl. All are dressed in what one might consider medieval style.
One of the men holds a staff weapon aimed at the other man. Her frowns as he yells, "Move!"
"I said kill him," the young girl demands looking at the man with the weapon.
He fires and there's a "No!" from the woman and she's pushing the other man out of the way and is hit instead. She crumples into a heap on the floor and the girl looks surprised and is quickly rushing to her side.
"Mother!"
The man with the weapon drops it and is also scrambling to the woman's side. They roll her over and the woman cries out in pain. Both of them look worried, but the girl places her hand on her mother's wound and the pain starts to ease from the woman's face.
But then there's a zapping sound and the young girl crumbles to the floor beside her mother just moments before another zapping sound is heard and the same thing happens to the man who had been holding the weapon.
Adria frowns, a spectator on the sidelines and her hands are balled up in fists at her side. It's obvious that the scene that has just unfolded before her and the unfortunate person who'd been pulled in with her has got under her skin.
"What is this?" she whispers as her nails dig into the palms of her hands.
WILD CARD
[Want another prompt? Feel free to start a new one. She'd most likely decide to go to Olympia because lol camping.]