04-30-2015, 07:33 AM
Sierra had hoped that the woman would keep walking, but she stopped to ask if she was lost. The city of Moscow lay within walking distance and the river a perfect guide to the city itself. Lost in the world hardly. Lost in her own self, yes, but that wasn't what the woman asked.
Before she could say anything the scent of food drifted to her nose, tuna, travel food, preservable food Sierra scrunched her nose. She turned her head in the direction of the new scent and saw a man dressed all in black sitting across the river.
What was the coincidence that she would find two people sitting by the river on her way back into Moscow. Civilization had a nasty way of throwing itself at her before she was ready. Sierra pulled her camera out of her deer skin coat and started fidgeting with the lens and shutter speed.
Sierra didn't look up at the woman, her eyes never leaving her camera. Her golden eyes were too hard to disguise at this close distance, not without contacts. "No I'm not lost."
Sierra told a half truth, "Just taking a break from shooting a few shoots before heading back into the city."
It wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie, she was always snapping shots of things. But technology was one such that she had several small cards full of pictures and no way to read them except to put them back in the camera. And that was always a pain.
Sierra snapped a few shots of the man across the river. The ungloved hands ash white against his dark clothes, she wondered how long he'd been out and about, he seemed travel weary, but it was cold. Sierra smiled as she took several other shots before asking, "What brings you out and about in the snow and cold this far from civilization."
Sierra could feel the gentle whisper of the wolves in the distance. But Sierra was trying to ignore them trying to be as human as possible, the wolf called to her and she didn't want to give it any purchase today. Today was about returning to humanity, not the wilderness she'd been in all these months morning the loss of her best friend.
Before she could say anything the scent of food drifted to her nose, tuna, travel food, preservable food Sierra scrunched her nose. She turned her head in the direction of the new scent and saw a man dressed all in black sitting across the river.
What was the coincidence that she would find two people sitting by the river on her way back into Moscow. Civilization had a nasty way of throwing itself at her before she was ready. Sierra pulled her camera out of her deer skin coat and started fidgeting with the lens and shutter speed.
Sierra didn't look up at the woman, her eyes never leaving her camera. Her golden eyes were too hard to disguise at this close distance, not without contacts. "No I'm not lost."
Sierra told a half truth, "Just taking a break from shooting a few shoots before heading back into the city."
It wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie, she was always snapping shots of things. But technology was one such that she had several small cards full of pictures and no way to read them except to put them back in the camera. And that was always a pain.
Sierra snapped a few shots of the man across the river. The ungloved hands ash white against his dark clothes, she wondered how long he'd been out and about, he seemed travel weary, but it was cold. Sierra smiled as she took several other shots before asking, "What brings you out and about in the snow and cold this far from civilization."
Sierra could feel the gentle whisper of the wolves in the distance. But Sierra was trying to ignore them trying to be as human as possible, the wolf called to her and she didn't want to give it any purchase today. Today was about returning to humanity, not the wilderness she'd been in all these months morning the loss of her best friend.