ANATIDAE [P] Jun 18, 2016 21:18:04 GMT -5
Post by SONJA LUTAIR on Jun 18, 2016 21:18:04 GMT -5
Everything was quiet, still, dead. The grey vault above promised rain, as did the smell on the air. But for now, there was not even the breeze one would expect before such weather. Sonja was conflicted on whether to think the silence reassuring, or ominous. Then again, she was still conflicted on whether this whole trip was a horrible idea, or something she needed to get done already. On the one hand, large sections of the territory were still unfamiliar to her. She hadn’t accompanied that many scouting missions; most of her time had been spent close to base so far. She liked to think that ‘exploration’ had simply migrated down her to-do list. It was a long list, after all, and it hadn’t been neglected. There were so many things to learn, skills to acquire, and Sonja already had knowledgeable ringmates trying their best to avoid her.
But the fact remained that she still had skill gaps, and one such gap was the ability to fight. It wasn’t like she intended to become sort of valkyrie. The problem was more that, apparently, plenty of the dome’s denizens were out for bloodshed and conquest. The last thing Sonja wanted was to get murdered over something stupid. Or wounded, and therefore less useful to the ring while still using resources. Or, god forbid, caught and used to levy resources from the ring. She hoped they wouldn’t be foolish enough to actually agree to such a thing, but these people were a bit soft, in some regards.
This uncertainty continued to flit in the background of Sonja’s mental mapmaking. It was occasionally distracting, but only crashed to the forefront when an sudden, eerie bang broke the silence. Even then, that was only for the five seconds it took her to remember where she’d heard it before. Some new poor soul dumped into the dome.
It wasn’t till after she’d calmed down that she realized she was a camel, which felt like a bit of an intrusion. Her shift had never even shown up until that one incident, back in secondary school, but ever since then it had become more and more common for shifting to be an emotional reaction. Given her mixed feelings about shifting, this wasn’t the most welcome development. But, again, her shift’s size was one of the few defenses she had. Besides, this wasn’t meant to be a stealth operation. Sonja saw best to approach cautiously but straightforward, with no signs of fear or hidden motives. If the person did turn out dangerous, well - camels have a long stride.
It turned out to be an unnecessary precaution. The person in question was a small child, maybe 12 or so, and out cold. Once human again, Sonja edged over and placed one hand to the girl’s wrist, while the other hovered over her mouth. The vitals checked out, and Sonja leaned back, lip between her teeth. Her understanding was that one should try to rope the unclaimed into the ring. Fallen was open even to the weak and inexperienced, and anyone could be shaped into a contributing member. Safety in numbers and all that. Sonja would have most likely tried to bring them home anyway, but it was nice knowing she wouldn’t have to deal with opposition. She didn’t like pushing people around, they just kept standing where they were going to have to be pushed.
Sonja was coiled as she leaned in to shake the girl’s shoulder. Even she knew to expect the unexpected from anyone the Keepers had fiddled with. “Hey. Hey there, can you hear me? Come on now, you’ve got to get up.” There was no immediate effect, which wasn’t that surprising. She shifted her weight, but never once relaxed as she stayed close, periodically trying to rouse the girl.