Day Fourteen - Are You Thinking What I'm Thinking?
Who: Pandora
Where: Western Plain/Targets
When: Early Evening
Rating: PG for now
Status: Closed/Finished
Summary: Pandora pokes around the makeshift firing range where she runs into Peter. They chat a bit before they realize they aren't alone. Though they can't see her, Jan has snuck by on a recon mission from DauphinMare. After she's departed, they brush it off and continue banter, which gets heated shortly in a sexual kind of way. They head back to the castle, presumably to do the nasty.
Pandora padded about the western plain, slippers growing black with the soot and debris from Pyro and Tyler's exploits. She was being morbidly curious a this point; if the boys happened by, they harnessed the one thing that might destroy her between the pair of them. Likely with the former's pyrokinesis and the latters penchant for explosives they would be able to create an inferno hot enough to turn even her ancient body to ash.
Despite this, she explored their blast zone, porcelain fingers reaching out to touch some of the targets, heightened senses consistently on alert for a sign of anyone approaching. She kept her mind closed, not desiring anyone to sense her thoughts, or anything more about her than she deemed worth speaking of. Not that she'd run into anyone who could pry into her mind as of yet, but it hardly seemed prudent to run the risk.
Where: Western Plain/Targets
When: Early Evening
Rating: PG for now
Status: Closed/Finished
Summary: Pandora pokes around the makeshift firing range where she runs into Peter. They chat a bit before they realize they aren't alone. Though they can't see her, Jan has snuck by on a recon mission from DauphinMare. After she's departed, they brush it off and continue banter, which gets heated shortly in a sexual kind of way. They head back to the castle, presumably to do the nasty.
Pandora padded about the western plain, slippers growing black with the soot and debris from Pyro and Tyler's exploits. She was being morbidly curious a this point; if the boys happened by, they harnessed the one thing that might destroy her between the pair of them. Likely with the former's pyrokinesis and the latters penchant for explosives they would be able to create an inferno hot enough to turn even her ancient body to ash.
Despite this, she explored their blast zone, porcelain fingers reaching out to touch some of the targets, heightened senses consistently on alert for a sign of anyone approaching. She kept her mind closed, not desiring anyone to sense her thoughts, or anything more about her than she deemed worth speaking of. Not that she'd run into anyone who could pry into her mind as of yet, but it hardly seemed prudent to run the risk.