'nother drabble
Nepal, 2001
Somewhere near Tien Shan
“You seem like you really know what you’re doing,” Mephi observes. There’s a shiver in his voice. It’s very cold up here.
“I do,” Anabasis grumbles. He continues to sort out the novice’s gear for him. “You need a knife. A real one. Here, take mine. I’ve got a spare. Strap it around your leg. Keep it accessible.”
“Why don’t you stay? You could really do some good here. We need you.”
Anabasis glances across the snowy camp at the legendary Arrow who refuses to admit he’s in charge and the psychopath he refuses to control.
“Either my standards are too high or my stomach’s too weak,” Anabasis grunts. “Take your pick.” He shoulders his pack, carrying it and his disgust down the mountain.
Somewhere near Tien Shan
“You seem like you really know what you’re doing,” Mephi observes. There’s a shiver in his voice. It’s very cold up here.
“I do,” Anabasis grumbles. He continues to sort out the novice’s gear for him. “You need a knife. A real one. Here, take mine. I’ve got a spare. Strap it around your leg. Keep it accessible.”
“Why don’t you stay? You could really do some good here. We need you.”
Anabasis glances across the snowy camp at the legendary Arrow who refuses to admit he’s in charge and the psychopath he refuses to control.
“Either my standards are too high or my stomach’s too weak,” Anabasis grunts. “Take your pick.” He shoulders his pack, carrying it and his disgust down the mountain.