It wasn't very long before Terezi had received her first gift. It wasn't much, just a bit of fruit and water. Enough that she could feasibly live on for one day. A small gift, but a gift nonetheless. Someone must be feeling sympathy for her. Maybe it was her mental breakdown in the candy forest. She remembers babbling under the effects of the poison, but not her exact words, and she only hopes it wasn't too terrible.
Her acceptance of the gift isn't really grateful, but she doesn't snub the offering either. She gives an obligatory salute to whatever invisible camera is probably watching her, takes a bit of the food and a bit of water, then decides to save the rest for later. She's no stranger to rationing herself. The gift gets wrapped up in the silver parachute it arrived in and tucked into the waistband of her leggings.
It's another hour of walking through the desert when she finally smells a figure in the distance. There's no immediate recognition, and she almost edges around the figure to avoid a confrontation--but then she smells it in the wind. The scent of wild blackberries. Every shred of logic is telling her not to engage him, but she makes her way forward slowly, until she's at least close enough to confirm that it's him: the Initiate.
She circles around him before calling out, making sure the wind is blowing away from her and towards him. If he chooses to come at her, all she has to do is kick up some sand and run. The resulting gritty assault should give her enough time to flee.
"How's that sun in your eyes, my liege? Is it as bright as it smells?"
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Her acceptance of the gift isn't really grateful, but she doesn't snub the offering either. She gives an obligatory salute to whatever invisible camera is probably watching her, takes a bit of the food and a bit of water, then decides to save the rest for later. She's no stranger to rationing herself. The gift gets wrapped up in the silver parachute it arrived in and tucked into the waistband of her leggings.
It's another hour of walking through the desert when she finally smells a figure in the distance. There's no immediate recognition, and she almost edges around the figure to avoid a confrontation--but then she smells it in the wind. The scent of wild blackberries. Every shred of logic is telling her not to engage him, but she makes her way forward slowly, until she's at least close enough to confirm that it's him: the Initiate.
She circles around him before calling out, making sure the wind is blowing away from her and towards him. If he chooses to come at her, all she has to do is kick up some sand and run. The resulting gritty assault should give her enough time to flee.
"How's that sun in your eyes, my liege? Is it as bright as it smells?"