RE: Wings of Fury 2
07-13-2021, 07:47 PM
Comète crouched down by the red egg once she'd finished her dried meat and reached out a hand. Thoughts raced through her mind as her steel-clad fingers brushed the shell, and, absentmindedly, she reached up to her collarbone and pressed her hand to her breastplate. She couldn't touch it right now due to the armor, but she knew it was there- an old, plain, gold band wedding ring hanging on a string around her neck.
Comète frowned and pulled her hand away from the egg, then took out the net she'd been handed by Guy. With a few minutes of work, she was able to secure the egg to her backpack well enough for the journey back, then stood and joined the people setting up camp. When she sat, now, she gingerly placed her backpack and the egg on the ground and pulled her helmet off, running her hand through her hair. She knew this was going to be a serious undertaking, but... well, Comète was never particularly religiously observant, but it did occur to her that some prayers get answered much later than requested and in rather unorthodox ways.
Comète frowned and pulled her hand away from the egg, then took out the net she'd been handed by Guy. With a few minutes of work, she was able to secure the egg to her backpack well enough for the journey back, then stood and joined the people setting up camp. When she sat, now, she gingerly placed her backpack and the egg on the ground and pulled her helmet off, running her hand through her hair. She knew this was going to be a serious undertaking, but... well, Comète was never particularly religiously observant, but it did occur to her that some prayers get answered much later than requested and in rather unorthodox ways.