Jun 9, 2015
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Marcus has been wandering around the woods for some time now. He's still not quite used to Earth, to soft ground underfoot and air that changes day by day, to navigating through thick forests or standing in wide open spaces feeling more alone than he ever has. He pauses for a moment in front of one of the widest-trunked trees he's seen near the border of the camp, hand on the bark as he gets lost in thought. What would his mother have thought of all this?
Marcus normally spends most of his time on high alert. In the moment where his mind is elsewhere, he doesn't hear footsteps coming up behind him - that is, until she's incredibly near him. He starts, turning around quickly. "Clarke?"
