03-05-2009, 09:54 AM
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Geneva nodded, turning her own can over in her hands. Humans were such strange creatures. Perhaps their brilliance had been their demise. She shook her head. Perhaps human kind had tried too hard to bend nature to its whim, to bottle its essence and cage it within technology. She looked around the ruins of the jet, and back at the Campbell's can. She could certainly see how that might have been their downfall. But, she supposed that she would never really know. And perhaps, she didn't want to.
She turned from Ehno, setting the can down on the floor in order to utilize the use of both hands. The gray wolfess squinted in the dark, moving from the Italian boy slowly. It was against her nature to venture off on her own, but she had a purpose to her searching. She moved from the middle of the craft toward the far wall, fingers tracing along the splintered edges that let the light in. She snaked around boxes, stumbling once or twice over larger bits of rubble.
Eventually, her eyes came to rest upon a particularly large piece of what appeared to be dark glass from the crash. She picked it up gingerly. One side was wickedly sharp and barbed. The end she held in her own hand was also sharp, but far more rounded. She could feel the sharpness of the edges as she gripped it lightly. Geneva made her way back to Ehno. "Perhaps this will be suitable," she said softly.
She turned from Ehno, setting the can down on the floor in order to utilize the use of both hands. The gray wolfess squinted in the dark, moving from the Italian boy slowly. It was against her nature to venture off on her own, but she had a purpose to her searching. She moved from the middle of the craft toward the far wall, fingers tracing along the splintered edges that let the light in. She snaked around boxes, stumbling once or twice over larger bits of rubble.
Eventually, her eyes came to rest upon a particularly large piece of what appeared to be dark glass from the crash. She picked it up gingerly. One side was wickedly sharp and barbed. The end she held in her own hand was also sharp, but far more rounded. She could feel the sharpness of the edges as she gripped it lightly. Geneva made her way back to Ehno. "Perhaps this will be suitable," she said softly.