(371) AHHA. Also as I am writing this, Vesper's at 665 posts. YOUR NEXT POST IS THE DEVIL.
Myrika is by Aly!
A leader who could not, of their own merit, hold their position was likely to have a short reign, Myrika thought. While many of the clan had proclaimed their support, the make-up of Inferni might not always be so forgiving to someone with nary an idea of how to fight someone. Though she'd killed -- twice -- the redhead still did not consider herself anything remotely resembling a fighter. Halo had done for the first one, or at least part-way, and Vesper had helped with the second. She'd never fought entirely on her own before, and when she trained, she was more likely to come out the sore loser by far. So, in her mind, she certainly was not a warrior, and therefore might precariously hold her position in the future. The only thing to do was get better, but getting better hurt.
At least the warmth of the day was helping some -- the sunlight beaming down on her seemed to melt away some of her aches. If only the beach had more sand than rocks, she could even pretend she was somewhere far south. She'd never seen what she considered a real beach. All of the coastlines near Inferni were rocky, cliff-like, or otherwise entirely foreboding. They were nothing like the white sand and pale blue sea described in her novels. The sound of shifting stones, too, ruined the effect. Her brow knit and her half-lidded eyes closed completely, only to reopen when the sound of movement grew louder still.
She reopened her eyes and turned her head toward the source of the noise as Vesper called her greeting. The Aquila's smile was immediate, and she sat up -- too quickly. Her ears went flat with the subsequent wince. A tawny hand rubbed gingerly at her shoulder. Sore morning, she corrected. How are you? She was pleasantly surprised to see the Centurion's slim two-legged body, and kept smiling through her invitation. Come and enjoy the stones with me. Her hand dropped to scatter a few of the rocks, exposing more small stones beneath. Thankfully, more were ocean-smoothed than sharp and jagged, so it was not as uncomfortable as it might have been.
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