boo.
keep precious things
am i at my best
dive in
or am i just here surviving?
☌
/ zenter; hunter
Sibyl was frankly surprised at the speed with which Max paid attention to the newcomers. He usually wasn't quite so... attentive. But the deed was done; she had delivered the two to her leader, which meant she was now off the hook. But for one reason or another, Sibyl lingered, something in her soul forcing her to discover the fate of the twins. She wasn't invested in them, was she? There was no way she would mother these two, not when it was time to get things around.
Her feet remained still, however, as Max address first herself, then the two behind her. She bowed her head at his compliment, letting out a rather stony "just doing what needs done" before stepping backward. The man - Sibyl realized she hadn't gotten his or his sister's names - had done his job, carrying the deer to camp, so she supposed she ought to take it from him. As Max spoke, Sibyl tucked her hands beneath the carcass's stomach and lifted it from the young man, shifting it to her own shoulder.
There was no other reason to stay there. Sibyl forced herself to turn and walk away, her steps a little heavier because of the burden. The weight itself was no problem; the hunter had done this sort of work her whole life and so had built up muscle in her upper body. No, it was the thoughts in her head that slowed her down. Where would the twins go? Would they stay? Would Max let them leave if they chose to? And if they did stay, how long would it take them to find their place?
Ah well, their problem. There was no way Sibyl would lead them around like baby chicks.
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Sibyl was frankly surprised at the speed with which Max paid attention to the newcomers. He usually wasn't quite so... attentive. But the deed was done; she had delivered the two to her leader, which meant she was now off the hook. But for one reason or another, Sibyl lingered, something in her soul forcing her to discover the fate of the twins. She wasn't invested in them, was she? There was no way she would mother these two, not when it was time to get things around.
Her feet remained still, however, as Max address first herself, then the two behind her. She bowed her head at his compliment, letting out a rather stony "just doing what needs done" before stepping backward. The man - Sibyl realized she hadn't gotten his or his sister's names - had done his job, carrying the deer to camp, so she supposed she ought to take it from him. As Max spoke, Sibyl tucked her hands beneath the carcass's stomach and lifted it from the young man, shifting it to her own shoulder.
There was no other reason to stay there. Sibyl forced herself to turn and walk away, her steps a little heavier because of the burden. The weight itself was no problem; the hunter had done this sort of work her whole life and so had built up muscle in her upper body. No, it was the thoughts in her head that slowed her down. Where would the twins go? Would they stay? Would Max let them leave if they chose to? And if they did stay, how long would it take them to find their place?
Ah well, their problem. There was no way Sibyl would lead them around like baby chicks.
Her feet remained still, however, as Max address first herself, then the two behind her. She bowed her head at his compliment, letting out a rather stony "just doing what needs done" before stepping backward. The man - Sibyl realized she hadn't gotten his or his sister's names - had done his job, carrying the deer to camp, so she supposed she ought to take it from him. As Max spoke, Sibyl tucked her hands beneath the carcass's stomach and lifted it from the young man, shifting it to her own shoulder.
There was no other reason to stay there. Sibyl forced herself to turn and walk away, her steps a little heavier because of the burden. The weight itself was no problem; the hunter had done this sort of work her whole life and so had built up muscle in her upper body. No, it was the thoughts in her head that slowed her down. Where would the twins go? Would they stay? Would Max let them leave if they chose to? And if they did stay, how long would it take them to find their place?
Ah well, their problem. There was no way Sibyl would lead them around like baby chicks.