07-31-2015, 06:57 PM
The last trip Elias expected to make was on a snowmobile. He looked upon the contraption and the man that powered it up hesitantly. Jaxen already boarded one. He glanced at Sierra to see what she did, but she was no help. A low grumble lit from the back of his throat as he climbed on. He kept his eyes focused on the shoulders of the driver in front of him and was all too ready to trade rides for a car.
He was quiet for much of the ride, but the smooth highway eased his stomach. Jaxen caught up on world events, and vaguely Elias wondered about their destination. They were offered a ride into the city, but dumping him and Sierra off at the first corner was not going to be helpful. He was about to say something about it when Jaxen spoke up.
"Oh that guy,"
Elias was less than impressed. "Looks like he wants to hold the city hostage until they admit people,"
his eyes darted to Sierra as he remembered her impossible marksmanship, "like us exist."
His lips, pale from a week in winter's dry air, parted in a semblance of a smile.
He was quiet for much of the ride, but the smooth highway eased his stomach. Jaxen caught up on world events, and vaguely Elias wondered about their destination. They were offered a ride into the city, but dumping him and Sierra off at the first corner was not going to be helpful. He was about to say something about it when Jaxen spoke up.
"Oh that guy,"
Elias was less than impressed. "Looks like he wants to hold the city hostage until they admit people,"
his eyes darted to Sierra as he remembered her impossible marksmanship, "like us exist."
His lips, pale from a week in winter's dry air, parted in a semblance of a smile.