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PSL :: Unbalanced
May. 8th, 2014 07:46 pmSharon is up early the next morning. She's careful not to wake Jason, but she doubts she'll succeed. Jason would be an excellent agent, if he ever had the inclination to be one.
She silently makes her way through the cave, ducking into the neighboring cavern that leads outside and walking barefoot out to the edge of the foliage. The brush is thicker here; she can barely see thirty feet. She doubts anyone is watching them. God, this is a good place to be. She lifts her face to the sun and takes a moment before moving into the trees, on the lookout for fruits and vegetables. The cave has to have a food source nearby somewhere.
She won't be able to present a great breakfast to Jason, but maybe she'll be able to offer something edible that doesn't come out of a can.
It isn't long before she returns to the cave with a handful of rose apples and a couple pomelos.
She silently makes her way through the cave, ducking into the neighboring cavern that leads outside and walking barefoot out to the edge of the foliage. The brush is thicker here; she can barely see thirty feet. She doubts anyone is watching them. God, this is a good place to be. She lifts her face to the sun and takes a moment before moving into the trees, on the lookout for fruits and vegetables. The cave has to have a food source nearby somewhere.
She won't be able to present a great breakfast to Jason, but maybe she'll be able to offer something edible that doesn't come out of a can.
It isn't long before she returns to the cave with a handful of rose apples and a couple pomelos.
