[ The wind picks up in the silence that follows, filling it with the shimmering whisper of sand against distant windows. For the past week it's been getting into things, finding its way into the buildings despite shuttered windows and shut doors. A sign of some danger approaching, no doubt.
Mako knows that she should be focused on it and at the ready, but she's distracted and she's afraid that distraction will come between her and doing her best. ]
Did you ever make plans? [ It's a question she's never asked before, one that she's hardly even considered for herself. They were all meant to die at the bottom of the sea. Some of them did, but all of them. ] For after the war.
( i x : d 1 : late night )
Mako knows that she should be focused on it and at the ready, but she's distracted and she's afraid that distraction will come between her and doing her best. ]
Did you ever make plans? [ It's a question she's never asked before, one that she's hardly even considered for herself. They were all meant to die at the bottom of the sea. Some of them did, but all of them. ] For after the war.