The Preserve, Late Thursday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara had been feeling the urge to head down to the woods most of the week, which in and of itself wasn't highly unusual as they still felt like the most familiar place on the island. What was unusual was the unsettling and often confusing dreams (no seriously, she had no idea what a half-fixed, half-variable home-loan even was, let alone why she'd want one) that had accompanied this feeling.

But since hunting things usually made her feel better, she eventually gave into the urge, and was stalking through the preserve, bow in hand.

[For two.]

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[exparrotexes.livejournal.com]

Trust me, Leo, you didn't want her paying too close attention to you.

"This is what I mean about the Seeker making you soft and weak. You never would have let him speak with that kind of disrespect before."

[wrongkindofsith]

Mord'Sith did not run away from their problems. Especially not their emotional problems since they didn't even acknowledge those existed.

They did however make tactical retreats, and given that Leo and Dahlia probably couldn't kill each other, Cara felt completely justified in tactically retreating out of there as quickly as possible.

Hopefully they'd be too busy sniping at each other to even notice she was gone.