>>5486645Thenks mate
>>5484522You ride your Warhorse, looking around you in a dreamlike state.
To your left stretch miles and miles of wheat fields, swaying gently in the spring sunshine.
To your right rise the dark mountains, towering over the plains.
And of course Dorn, your home, behind you, receding with each steady step of your horse.
You breathe slowly, calming down, and close your eyes.
You can do this.
You want to do this.
You trained for this.
You depend on this.
You will make it.
When you open your eyes, the vision of the long road ahead of you does not frighten you. In your mind you can see them in the distance, humble towns and bustling cities, all of whom will know your name in the future!
With your determination consolidated, you direct your gaze to your right, where your companions advance.
Ada and Will sit up front, with your brother at the reins, joyfully, and the girl as watchman, gazing the fields with cold eyes, her helmet on her lap. Petyr is tidying things up in the back, if the noises you hear are anything to go by.
You open your mouth, intending to mock your brother's stupid grin, but are stopped before the first word can get out of your mouth.
Ada probably already has a bad impression of you, believing that you're just a rich girl who never left her palace. And that's not true! You do go out to buy things in the shopping district once in a while, after all.
At least she doesn't think you're the Sigma of your generation, having met your brother.
Probably.
Approaching the cart carefully, you clear your throat. "So... do you like firearms, Miss Azor?" You say while pointing to her weapon.
She turns to see you, her gaze neutral. "I couldn't say, really. For one thing, they're deadly. For another, they make a mess when they're not."
You do, understanding the point. "Your file says that you want to use your skills as a field medic, is it to help those wounded by bullets?"
She nods, but then hers gaze drifts, and she subtly clenches her jaw.
She feels conflicted.
Regret or shame? Something that happened? Or something she's going to do?
Before you can ask anything, Will raises his voice as he pats Ada on the back. "Whether it's bullet or sword wounds, you can't be in better hands than this girl." He turns around to look inside the cart. "Hey, Petyr! Remember the time John blew his hand off with his gun and Ada sewed it back on?"
Petyr's voice echoes inside the store. "Don't make me remember. I didn't know if they were fingers or just meat. Miss Azor looked at it from side to side and started to sew. He can still move her index and middle fingers from what I heard."
The boys' compliments seemed to take effect, with Ada giving a slight sigh before resuming her mask of professionalism.
