Drifting Outwards
// Padawan Lowe //
// Objective // Survive //
// Focus // // Kito //
Her hands carefully hovered above the fire, trying to stave off the cold of the night wind. The comfort of the flame chased the cold away that had sunk deep in the Echani's bones over the past few weeks, a soft smile carved itself on the cheeks of the girl as she finally allowed herself to relax. To understand that she was safe and could finally calm down.
Then Kito's amber eyes turned towards Ayra, a sorrow, or perhaps guilt, took the fiery orbs as the regarded the Echani. And then she spoke the truth of her mission.
Ayra was meant to be dead.
Whatever warmth had crept along the girl's skin vanished as numbness crept in, a pallid feeling that raised goosebumps along her skin. The soft smile that had taken her face fell away, pale blue eyes turned back towards the flame. It danced in her eyes, though the shock behind them was still plain to see.
"Oh..." The words were choked as they came out weakly, unsure how to respond to Kito's confession. "That's... okay, you saved me anyways..."
There was a small tone of appreciation as she spoke, but the sorrow washed it away. It hadn't been Kito's fault, of course, but to be told that you were expected to die was a difficult thing to hear. War wasn't heroic, Ayra knew that in her heart. But she had never been expected to act as sacrifice for the Alliance. The Echani's arms wrapped around her knees as she sunk into melancholy, wondering if her superiors knew that she would be sent to her death.
She hadn't even noticed as Kito wandered off and changed until the raven-haired girl stooped down and set a tray of skewers next to Ayra, some folded clothes alongside it. A weak smile flashed towards the ronin, a silent thanks all she could muster at the moment. Looking at the food, she found her appetite lacking despite her stomach's heaviness.
The towel pulled against her wet haired, straining the water away as she dried it, still deep in thought until Kito pulled her attention back to where she would sleep. Yet another setup made for only one, another grave chill falling down her spine.
"You aren't planning on sleeping?" Pale blue eyes looked back across the fire, concern lit up in them. "You need some rest too, Kito, just because I'm here now doesn't mean you have to deprive yourself. I'm a Jedi and a warrior just like you."
There was a ping of guilt in the voice of the Echani, it was clear that Ayra's presence had changed Kito's plans. An inconvenience at best, she at least tried to pretend that she wasn't feeling as sorry for herself as she was, though it was difficult to hide as Kito told her to eat.
"Don't hold back on because of me..." She spoke in a quiet whisper, unsure if the words were even true as her confidence waned. The skewers rotated between her fingers, a melancholic contemplation over her face before she set it downwards.
"I'm not feeling too hungry right now." The tray was pushed away softly from the padawan, not trying to offend the girl that made it. For all the gnawing of her stomach, she couldn't bear to take even a bite. "Sorry for wasting your cooking."
An awkward silence held over the pair as Ayra took to her thoughts once again. She felt guilty for bothering Kito and being so childish in the rescue. She didn't want to die, of course, but the raven haired Jedi had to change all of her plans just because she got unlucky and ran into a walking corpse. Her face fell into Kito's tunic that she still wore as her eyes began to mist, hiding them away as the droplets threatened to trail down her face.
// Objective // Survive //
// Focus // // Kito //
Her hands carefully hovered above the fire, trying to stave off the cold of the night wind. The comfort of the flame chased the cold away that had sunk deep in the Echani's bones over the past few weeks, a soft smile carved itself on the cheeks of the girl as she finally allowed herself to relax. To understand that she was safe and could finally calm down.
Then Kito's amber eyes turned towards Ayra, a sorrow, or perhaps guilt, took the fiery orbs as the regarded the Echani. And then she spoke the truth of her mission.
Ayra was meant to be dead.
Whatever warmth had crept along the girl's skin vanished as numbness crept in, a pallid feeling that raised goosebumps along her skin. The soft smile that had taken her face fell away, pale blue eyes turned back towards the flame. It danced in her eyes, though the shock behind them was still plain to see.
"Oh..." The words were choked as they came out weakly, unsure how to respond to Kito's confession. "That's... okay, you saved me anyways..."
There was a small tone of appreciation as she spoke, but the sorrow washed it away. It hadn't been Kito's fault, of course, but to be told that you were expected to die was a difficult thing to hear. War wasn't heroic, Ayra knew that in her heart. But she had never been expected to act as sacrifice for the Alliance. The Echani's arms wrapped around her knees as she sunk into melancholy, wondering if her superiors knew that she would be sent to her death.
She hadn't even noticed as Kito wandered off and changed until the raven-haired girl stooped down and set a tray of skewers next to Ayra, some folded clothes alongside it. A weak smile flashed towards the ronin, a silent thanks all she could muster at the moment. Looking at the food, she found her appetite lacking despite her stomach's heaviness.
The towel pulled against her wet haired, straining the water away as she dried it, still deep in thought until Kito pulled her attention back to where she would sleep. Yet another setup made for only one, another grave chill falling down her spine.
"You aren't planning on sleeping?" Pale blue eyes looked back across the fire, concern lit up in them. "You need some rest too, Kito, just because I'm here now doesn't mean you have to deprive yourself. I'm a Jedi and a warrior just like you."
There was a ping of guilt in the voice of the Echani, it was clear that Ayra's presence had changed Kito's plans. An inconvenience at best, she at least tried to pretend that she wasn't feeling as sorry for herself as she was, though it was difficult to hide as Kito told her to eat.
"Don't hold back on because of me..." She spoke in a quiet whisper, unsure if the words were even true as her confidence waned. The skewers rotated between her fingers, a melancholic contemplation over her face before she set it downwards.
"I'm not feeling too hungry right now." The tray was pushed away softly from the padawan, not trying to offend the girl that made it. For all the gnawing of her stomach, she couldn't bear to take even a bite. "Sorry for wasting your cooking."
An awkward silence held over the pair as Ayra took to her thoughts once again. She felt guilty for bothering Kito and being so childish in the rescue. She didn't want to die, of course, but the raven haired Jedi had to change all of her plans just because she got unlucky and ran into a walking corpse. Her face fell into Kito's tunic that she still wore as her eyes began to mist, hiding them away as the droplets threatened to trail down her face.