gracing: (quinze.)
kate ashley. ([personal profile] gracing) wrote in [community profile] chavaniac 2013-05-04 09:01 am (UTC)

w/e i just dumped a shitton of pictures

[ Kate went with the flow well enough. She wasn't used to roughing it, no, but her connections.. they were easy to leave behind, as quiet Kate never made too many to begin with. She was fine with her three friends. Her three friends for life. It only occurred to Kate occasionally that this was the lives they'd lead for all of eternity, constant vagabonds traveling from one end of the continent to the other.

Sometimes she forgot they weren't normal. Times like this, when they were by the camp fire, the smell of perfume, burning wood, and freshly juiced lemons blending together in one citrusy wooden scent — these were the times when Kate felt alive. She's wearing an uncharacteristic smile on her face as she shits, handing one tea with lemon over to Rachel. ]


Rachel.. You know we wouldn't be able to make it there. [ survive, yes, but not comfortably. She takes a sip, lightly recoiling at the bitterness. It was something she'd never get used to. ] Rose and Claire seem to like it here. [ they were more connected to the wild, it seemed.. Kate, however, was always more of an indoors person. She got the vibe that Rachel was, too. ]

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