[Boring]Terrifying afternoon[Open]

[whiteangel28]

Nothing exciting ever happened, nothing to catch her interest. It was almost as bad as Warden's, except here she had tasks to keep her busy. Tasks to keep herself alive, other meaningless tasks the other outlaws seemed to enjoy telling her to do. Well, some of them. She was happy just to be given the cold shoulder or the self satisfied sneers most of the time. If they left her alone it would leave more time for her to work out how get Gerren, how to even find him first. Why did Rinah have to get so confused?

Sighing to herself, the honey bonde haired teen sat down on the stone floor, currently isolated from the other outlaws by how deep she had gone. Certainly she wasn't in the hot springs where the stolen eggs were, but she was close enough that the temperature was beginning to rise. Ruffling her own curly hair, grimacing at how short it was she found herself appreciating how large the current cavaren she was in was, much larger to the isolated little cell she had found herself in for the past two Turns. She was sure it had begun making her claughstrophobic, spaces that wouldn't have bothered her before now set her heart pounding. Just as she had escaped, she was beginning to crack. Great.

Sighing to herself once more, the maiden allowed her head to rest on the wall beside her, studying the other wall in the darkness, a glow flickering at her side. For a moment, the teen seemed to pause in her breathing, then start again once more, pause, start, pause, start. It was a small trick she had taught herself a long time ago, when her heart was racing with fear, when she felt she would be over whelmed, she would simply pause her breathing and then begin again. It kept her from hyperventilating, and best of all it kept her from panicing and stuttering. She had a nasty habit of stuttering when frightened or intimidated, it was quite annoying at times. Truly. But she had her trick.

A day in the camp always required her trick, with her proclaiming her innocence to any who asked, causing furitive glacnes to be cast her way. She knew some were thinking she migt betray them, and she would if she could, but at the moment she was a convicted criminal, and an innocent in a camp full of murders and violaters of the Pern law. She was going nowhere and betraying no one. Unless of course she fancied a knife in her chest or that nice comfy little cell back. No, it was much better just to stay here and take life as it came, even if she was truly and utterly alone.

So she sat there, in the darkness a flickering glow beside her going through her small exercise to calm her heart from another terrifying day among the outlaws.

[giftwrapped]

There were all sorts of fascinating living things growing in the caves. Fungi, insects, peculiar little things that resembled glows but didn't quite seem to work the same way....oh, it was a playground for an herbalist. And while Jiruyno wasn't an herbalist, he was a chemist, and who knew what sort of interesting things he'd be able to extract from the fascinating little things he had collected tonight. He had a basket of interesting fungi and what few interesting plants he could find in the darkness (nestled beside the one fading glow he had taken with him) under one arm, and in the other hand he was holding a jar of small, luminescent insects to his face. Interesting little creatures.

He had gotten used to the caves in his time, but the deeper he ventured, the more likely he was to take a wrong turn on occasion, and he had gone to previously-unexplored depths tonight. Which meant that when he let fall the jar from in front of his face, he realized that he had turned into the wrong set of caverns entirely. And there was...ah. The timid one. The one who felt the need to babble her innocence constantly, as if anyone cared what she thought about her crimes. Innocent or not, she knew what side her bread was buttered on. She could have gone anywhere she wanted - and instead, she had stayed. Perhaps she was clever...perhaps she was an idiot. Jiruyno's lip curled for a moment, in clear indication of what he thought the answer was.

But then it was gone. His expression turned from mildly contemptuous to entirely blank, and he leaned slightly against the wall, tucking his jar into his basket and resting the whole thing on his hip. "You're sitting in the dark, alone," he remarked. "Perhaps not the wisest of choices."