( it's still a little abrupt, even if she'd heard him coming. even if the flame — flamed, the soft echo of a voice had insisted a few times over whenever clarke had misspoken — had whispered something is coming before footfalls even crushed a leaf or snapped a twig. clarke had been staring into darkness, searching her surroundings past the circle of light her little cooking fire offered, but still hadn't spotted the boy until he spoke. she had startled just a little, half expecting something big and violent from the way the chip in her palm had hissed, but he was —
just a boy. with a polite question, and until he proved to be an impolite threat, he could be treated kindly enough. )
I — ( listened, clarke almost says. but the idea of saying it out loud — i listened to an ominous, disembodied voice that's coming from an a.i. that used to just understand latin about which rocks to pick up from the beach — is still a little ridiculous; doesn't roll off the tongue.
so instead, she safely (and a little protectively) pockets flamed, simultaneously withdrawing two decent sized chunks of rock; one glinting with the sheen of fool's gold, the other a murky mineral quartz. flint and tinder, salvaged from nature.
clarke extends her arm, and the rocks knock together, though not with enough force to spark. )
You can have them, if you need them. I can find more.
( can't have the rabbit roasting over the fire, however. that she had caught with her own two hands, and that had been hard. )
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just a boy. with a polite question, and until he proved to be an impolite threat, he could be treated kindly enough. )
I — ( listened, clarke almost says. but the idea of saying it out loud — i listened to an ominous, disembodied voice that's coming from an a.i. that used to just understand latin about which rocks to pick up from the beach — is still a little ridiculous; doesn't roll off the tongue.
so instead, she safely (and a little protectively) pockets flamed, simultaneously withdrawing two decent sized chunks of rock; one glinting with the sheen of fool's gold, the other a murky mineral quartz. flint and tinder, salvaged from nature.
clarke extends her arm, and the rocks knock together, though not with enough force to spark. )
You can have them, if you need them. I can find more.
( can't have the rabbit roasting over the fire, however. that she had caught with her own two hands, and that had been hard. )