Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2017 4:16:30 GMT
There was one thing to be said about living on the ground – it wasn’t boring. Grounders, storms, scrounging for food, mechanics falling from the sky. Life just kept coming. And Shiloh was trying to do what she could to help out. Admittedly it wasn’t a whole lot. Mostly just finding plants and doing whatever odd jobs needed doing. Today that meant taking some food to the aforementioned mechanic.
Truth be told, Shiloh didn’t really mind the task. Raven was working on something to save all their assess, and making sure she remembered to eat was really the only way Shiloh could help. Besides, she preferred having someone else to keep an eye on. It kept her from worrying about her own problems. But today her usual quiet mood was being dragged down by a group of boys calling taunts as she walked by. Some of the delinquents had figured out who she was, the daughter of a former council member who had then been locked up for killing him, and a few found it amusing to tease the “poor little rich girl” who had lost it because Daddy hadn’t loved her enough. Shiloh was trying hard to ignore them. She really was. It wasn’t worth the battle. But each taunt seemed to nudge her closer to some invisible ledge.
She took a breath and let it out before pushing back the flap to the tent Raven had claimed as her workspace. Supposedly the mechanic didn’t care for company when she was working. But even geniuses had to come up for air eventually. “Hey. I thought you might be hungry.” Shiloh had stuck some strips of cooked meat and some sort of fruit in a piece of cloth, and she held it up now as a peace offering. Then her eyes drifted to Raven’s work. She took a few steps closer so she could get a better look without totally infringing on Raven’s space. “How’s it going?” Shiloh wasn’t much for mechanics, but she was still smart. Maybe she could help somehow. Assuming Raven even wanted help.
cherry1
Truth be told, Shiloh didn’t really mind the task. Raven was working on something to save all their assess, and making sure she remembered to eat was really the only way Shiloh could help. Besides, she preferred having someone else to keep an eye on. It kept her from worrying about her own problems. But today her usual quiet mood was being dragged down by a group of boys calling taunts as she walked by. Some of the delinquents had figured out who she was, the daughter of a former council member who had then been locked up for killing him, and a few found it amusing to tease the “poor little rich girl” who had lost it because Daddy hadn’t loved her enough. Shiloh was trying hard to ignore them. She really was. It wasn’t worth the battle. But each taunt seemed to nudge her closer to some invisible ledge.
She took a breath and let it out before pushing back the flap to the tent Raven had claimed as her workspace. Supposedly the mechanic didn’t care for company when she was working. But even geniuses had to come up for air eventually. “Hey. I thought you might be hungry.” Shiloh had stuck some strips of cooked meat and some sort of fruit in a piece of cloth, and she held it up now as a peace offering. Then her eyes drifted to Raven’s work. She took a few steps closer so she could get a better look without totally infringing on Raven’s space. “How’s it going?” Shiloh wasn’t much for mechanics, but she was still smart. Maybe she could help somehow. Assuming Raven even wanted help.
cherry1
