Post by Echo on Jun 2, 2017 21:32:22 GMT
They had been in the sky for months, growing closer to a year. Echo had used this time to try and find where she now belonged, since she was no longer Azgeda. Over the years, her people who no longer see her as one of them. She had spent her whole live serving them, serving Nia, and now it was for naught. She was no one. She was nothing--so nothing would be what was. She'd be a ghost. She'd no longer serve ice, but blood. If Octavia Kom Skykru could do it, then so could see.
Only she would not serve a memory, but a man. "If you expect to win, you cannot hold back." She bit out to that said man. "You fight like a mountain man. Like Skykru. If you intend to aid your sister, then you will have to be stronger then one clan." Moving forward she attacked--again. Moving swift, with a force behind each of her trust. After a short attack she moved back. "Have you found my weakness yet?"
This was her days. Work to live, live longer to work harder tomorrow. By evening she taught him to fight, and by night she asked him to teach her to read. There was only so much company up here--she was even learning to tolerate the one who spoke too much. However, right now it was not the Mer-fee she was thinking of, but Bellamy. "Your weakness will get your sister killed. You will be her weakness." He loved his guns, but how long would they last? How would he demand respect if he could only hide behind them?
