Post by Mal Asada on Feb 14, 2018 10:56:20 GMT -6
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Malaka Asada stood atop Mount Frappe and pulled out her sketchbook, pencils and took a seat. Getting up here might have been easier if she just learned to fly but despite being told ‘it’s easy, you got this’ Mal found it nothing but difficult. Some day she’d manage it, but that day was not today, it seemed.
The air felt cold, tiny bumps prickling her skin. But Mal persevered on her way here, running through the frost-ridden track that became more and more heavily laden with snow the further up the young woman went. Training felt like such a pain sometimes, but running faster than the other guy might be the difference of a bounty getting away or, hell, of Mal getting away unscathed from some creep chasing her. It happened before, it’d probably happen again.
So she ran her four miles a day, but even that started to feel trivial lately. She needed to push herself harder, further, Mal needed to get faster. Maybe she’d work out a new route from up high as she gazed down at the landscapes below.
There, just there, a trail not visible from the road lead off toward a cave Mal never saw before. A bird’s eye view really did give new vantage points and insight, it made Mal feel small in comparison to the world and universe out there, a solid reminder not to set her sights too high. Getting by and getting on felt good enough for her, but getting greedy? Nah. not her style, not really/ It wasn’t like she really stole for the sake of stealing or to have the things, she stole because her life depended on it, and she was good at it.
Mal was good at other things, too, but none of them paid the bills so Bounty Hunting, Assassinations and thievery it came to. Slowly, she traced the outline of that cavernous entrance, like jagged teeth from all sides. She wondered if anything lived in there that matched the frigid, unwelcoming exterior.
Taking a deep breath, Mal felt that chill filter through her teeth, the cool on her tongue like an ice chip melting, felt it cool her esophagus all the way into her lungs. The cold focused and centered her, and Mal pictured herself rooted to the ground through her strange, side-saddle like position on it. Letting that cold air go, slowly, she felt like some of it lingered, crawling into the small crevices within her.
Another stroke of the pencil and she started drawing the path, debating once more if she ought to just go down there and see for herself what lived in that cave, or she could wait until already on her way down.
But who knew how much of a time sink it’d be? It felt easy to lose track of time wandering through new places to explore. Not for the first time,Mal wished her younger brother, Carne, were alive to join her in yet another adventure. She could almost see them playing ‘heroes and villains’ down there, almost. But almost doesn’t count, and it’d been a long time since Mal was anybody’s hero, except Brie’s, but that also didn’t really count.
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