03-05-2019, 12:39 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; color: black; line-height: 22px;"]☁ hayley had to believe that, some degree, the mountain, with it's endless cold and snow and endless supply of wolves and bears and other predators, served it's purposes. she didn't like to think about it, she didn't like the way those thoughts might make her look, but at the end of the day they were there: the mountain weeded out the weak. if you couldn't survive the hike, the cold, the animals, then you wouldn't survive there. it could be easy to brush them off as kind, as soft, because when you walked into the lodge, there were crackling fires and warm smiles and mugs of steaming drinks. the people there could be warm (with an exception to brendan), but it took a certain kind of person to survive in a land that wasn't designed to be habitable by humans. you had to be strong, you had to be smart, and you had to be willing to survive. it was easy to brush them off, but frankly, hayley laughed at the thought of some macho badlander trying to survive a week up there, marching through the snow by day, chopping logs for heat, hunting for their food. sure, people had to do those things everywhere, but there was something about the flintlock mountains that just made everything that much more extreme.
and yet another two had survived the trial of the wintry hellscape that was the mountain. just barely, from the looks of the boy who'd met the ground and the girl hugging herself for warmth, but she couldn't exactly judge their state. when she'd arrived all those many months prior, still pregnant, it had only been the very end of autumn and she'd hardly survived the trek. she'd made multiple trips down since then, but not being pregnant anymore helped ease the trip, and she knew what to expect. wear coats, go on horseback, make a day of it. the first trip up was always the hardest, it was something that got easier with time.
she'd been with jackson when the call had sounded, the two of them huddled together in the small room she'd claimed as an office, hunched over tables with papers covered in pictures and words and little toys representing different things. tomorrow's voice rang out over the walkie talkies, and once more she was delighted with her idea for them, and the two were hurrying out, careful to lock the door behind them as they headed down the stairs, shrugging on coats as they ran out into the snow, an extra in jackson's hands while hayley tossed her shotgun over her shoulder. they weren't the first to arrive to the party, as expected, and really, none of it was surprising. brendan was threatening people with his staff, tomorrow and blake were trying to help, as usual.
there was a game of jacket-roulette going on, which jackson ended when he held out the extra coat to tomorrow, moving to michael's side and glancing at blake. ❝i can help him, you make sure she's alright.❞ while he'd missed the earlier exchange of names, there was a look of familiarity between blake and the kids, and he figured the younger of the two could probably use a familiar face in that moment.
hayley, on the other hand, shot brendan a not right now look, before glancing at the teenagers. ❝my name's hayley, we're from the flintlock lodge,❞ she explained, voice risen over the wind of the mountainside, ❝we've got warm food and plenty of tea right up there, c'mon.❞ she said, motioning for the party to head up there, because shifting her gaze to the girl, who seemed more alert in that moment. ❝what are your guys's names?❞ she inquired, brows furrowed in concern.
and yet another two had survived the trial of the wintry hellscape that was the mountain. just barely, from the looks of the boy who'd met the ground and the girl hugging herself for warmth, but she couldn't exactly judge their state. when she'd arrived all those many months prior, still pregnant, it had only been the very end of autumn and she'd hardly survived the trek. she'd made multiple trips down since then, but not being pregnant anymore helped ease the trip, and she knew what to expect. wear coats, go on horseback, make a day of it. the first trip up was always the hardest, it was something that got easier with time.
she'd been with jackson when the call had sounded, the two of them huddled together in the small room she'd claimed as an office, hunched over tables with papers covered in pictures and words and little toys representing different things. tomorrow's voice rang out over the walkie talkies, and once more she was delighted with her idea for them, and the two were hurrying out, careful to lock the door behind them as they headed down the stairs, shrugging on coats as they ran out into the snow, an extra in jackson's hands while hayley tossed her shotgun over her shoulder. they weren't the first to arrive to the party, as expected, and really, none of it was surprising. brendan was threatening people with his staff, tomorrow and blake were trying to help, as usual.
there was a game of jacket-roulette going on, which jackson ended when he held out the extra coat to tomorrow, moving to michael's side and glancing at blake. ❝i can help him, you make sure she's alright.❞ while he'd missed the earlier exchange of names, there was a look of familiarity between blake and the kids, and he figured the younger of the two could probably use a familiar face in that moment.
hayley, on the other hand, shot brendan a not right now look, before glancing at the teenagers. ❝my name's hayley, we're from the flintlock lodge,❞ she explained, voice risen over the wind of the mountainside, ❝we've got warm food and plenty of tea right up there, c'mon.❞ she said, motioning for the party to head up there, because shifting her gaze to the girl, who seemed more alert in that moment. ❝what are your guys's names?❞ she inquired, brows furrowed in concern.
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