Lost Amongst Lava (Open)

[Miranda Frost]

"I see", she acknowledged, kicking at the ash beneath her out of boredom now than ever. She wasn't used to sitting around. She always had a job to do and now for the first time in years... there was nothing. Nothing but the red skies ahead and the burning mountains in the background. That and this man, this Zack guy. It was kinda nice but.. it hurt not know what to do when everything up to her snatching away was planned out. She was going to wrestle control of her raider band and bring the Governor to his knees. But then there was this relief. She could now think and act on her own without even the hand of death to worry about. The idea was very very pleasant.

She listened attentively, first understanding then completely lost. Apparently the only visible part of her face, her eye showed enough emotion to tell him that. How rude of her, she should have at least pretended to be interested, but it didn't bother the man. She would have to ask him to explain these things another time, when they weren't in the middle of a unstable land of fire and brimstone.

What she did understand though, was that he was a strong warrior, who could travel the world. She derived that his world was way better off than hers, that his world was not reduced to crumbling nations and fledgling city states. His position title had a.. noble ring to it that ground hers in the dirt. It made her feel filthy if only just a little. She crossed her arms and looked away in exaggerated annoyance.

"My Story? It isn't as pretty as yours.", she began looking back at him with a renewed fire in his eyes. Thinking about the place she lived in lit a fire in her core. One that burned brighter and brighter whenever she thought about that place.

"Its long but... I believe I can compress it. Imagine..." she said, holding out her hands, open in gesture. "society collapsing world wide." She squeezes her hands, the loud stretching and pinching of leather very audible in the stale air. "Humankind tries to rebuild while at the same time holds back its progression.", she said, reopening her hands and letting them drop to her sides. "My world is a world of sand. A world of clear skies. A world of filth, metal and bloodshed."

"I exiled myself from an attempt to rebuild and joined a band of raiders to tear down this.. system. I had plans and they were snatched away by this 'Omni'. Now here I stand slaying dragons, breathing in sulfuric air, and chatting with a man who resembles my dead brother.", she finished, her frustration not shown by the monotone, synthesized voice she spoke with. The fire in his eyes spoke for her.