11-20-2014, 08:08 PM
Torri could keep a straight face against the most inane of officers, but she was not so well practiced when the office rearranged itself on the whims of magic. She sat, as requested, but only on the edge of the seat. Her hands lay in her lap, her ankles crossed beneath her. Her posture was doctor-straight, but the tension in her jaw was from nerves. She felt her teeth grind when the papers were transferred.
She glanced at the words, but her mind didn't comprehend them. She was focused too entirely on Michael's offer. How was he so calm? Military trained, yes, but in an academic capacity. His first battlefield experience was two weeks ago? He stared into the fires of his own making without a flinch.
Now it was Torri's turn. She looked up from the contract, really not having read it. "What is being asked of me, Commander?"
She laid the paper on the desk, pushing it back to him.
She glanced at the words, but her mind didn't comprehend them. She was focused too entirely on Michael's offer. How was he so calm? Military trained, yes, but in an academic capacity. His first battlefield experience was two weeks ago? He stared into the fires of his own making without a flinch.
Now it was Torri's turn. She looked up from the contract, really not having read it. "What is being asked of me, Commander?"
She laid the paper on the desk, pushing it back to him.