Jul 26, 2018
@spocktm gets a surprise!
Her hands shake, and she breathes nothing but desert -- nothing but hot air that burns them. It is nothing like home was -- nothing like white walls, frigid air, empty gazes. The above, she is convinced, is on fire, always on fire, borne of nothing but licking flames and terror.
“What happened?” Voice is hoarse -- hopefully that will perceived as because of the heat -- as she appraises the other near her. Where are we? is more how she feels, but that answer should be obvious.
#v: rigged from the start#[ eeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy#okay but for real panda 1. don't feel pressured to reply tot his#2. i tried to make it vague so it could just be like...#post a fight or something they got in loooonggg after they left the vault#or it can be like literally directly after they left the vault.... you decide.... merry xmas ]#( incoming message from queuefleet. )#sochya