002 ➳ audio + action.

[sinuosity]

​Who: Nyssa.
Broadcast: Fleetwide audio.
Action: On the planet.
When: When the Fleet makes planetfall.

[ Briskly, ]

I am leading a hunting party. One companion is ideal; I will take no more than three. Bring your own weapons and dress for the cold. We depart at sunrise, from the lodge at the foot of the mountains, and there will be trips every other day beginning tomorrow.

​[ Beat. ]

If you wish to come and learn, you are welcome, but if you cannot keep up, you will be left behind.

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[enshields]

[The canary. He remembers.]

I've known a lot of people who fit that description who still haven't-- [he trails off. The snow is bright and blinding at the angle of the sun overhead, he thinks about photokeratitis and what it did in Europe.] --who got tired.

[sinuosity]

[ Nyssa frowns, and after moments of consideration, ]

One cannot expect the path to be easy.

[enshields]

[Soft,]

No. But having a moment of weakness doesn't negate a lifetime of strength, either.

[Bucky carries on somehow, despite it all.]

[sinuosity]

I apologise, I misunderstood. That is not weakness, it is rest. We all need it. Even the wolf tires.

[enshields]

[He shakes his head, and a sweep of his foot knocks a few small rocks out of their way.]

What if all they've got left is being tired?

[sinuosity]

[ It already beat me, Caesar had said to her, in those strange rooms. He didn't know it was a lie until she said so. Steve does not know this is a lie, too. ]

Pardon me. Do you speak for yourself or someone dear to you?

[enshields]

[A bit stiffly,]

I don't see how that matters.

[sinuosity]

One is need, the other patience.

[ She tilts her head, lightly. ]

I will not presume to know what is true, but you ask a soul as adrift as yourself.

[enshields]

[He's never been a patient man. He snorts faintly.]

How far out is this thing we're hunting?

[sinuosity]

[ A deflection is a deflection, but Nyssa has no taste for his blood. ]

A half-day's trek, four hours if we go at speed.