Arctic, 7:42 a.m.
The storm whipped flurries and swarms of small, individual bits of white flakes across Fin's reddened cheeks. Underneath her sunglasses her eyes stung from the đắng, cay đắng cold. Even with her powers, this could still come through, and she didn't want to risk loosing her warmth bởi attempting to start a ngọn lửa, chữa cháy in this mess. And she was completely willing to give up bởi this point.
But the thought of never apologizing pushed her on. And now a strange sense of possesion overcame her. Nathan was hers. This was her job, no one else would ever be willing to save him like she had.
She tripped suddenly over a piece of stone that was charred and smokey. Picking it up, she gasped when it dissolved into ashes, leaving behind a tiny piece of technology. "Sparkstones," Fin murmured. Something she'd made for the team when they had been assigned to the mission. "Nathan..."
The storm was beginning to clear, and Fin was beginning to hate the ngẫu nhiên storm changes. Up ahead of her she saw some kind of a cavern, shelter from the storm. She picked herself up and began to run, well, stumble, towards the cave. She'd get rest, eat food, and find Nathan. Oh, and she'd probably need to find the Batjet, that would be crucial to getting home.
»•«°»•«
36 miles away, the blue of Nathan's unconsious lips had spread to his torso, arms and legs. He seemed like he didn't belong to this world, almost like a part of the sky. Moreover, he looked like glass, but not very reflective. It would be nearly impossible to find him- nearly.
"Shantem nartuo couplsem! Nartuo!"
"Eitum nartuo."
"It is... a human?"
The storm whipped flurries and swarms of small, individual bits of white flakes across Fin's reddened cheeks. Underneath her sunglasses her eyes stung from the đắng, cay đắng cold. Even with her powers, this could still come through, and she didn't want to risk loosing her warmth bởi attempting to start a ngọn lửa, chữa cháy in this mess. And she was completely willing to give up bởi this point.
But the thought of never apologizing pushed her on. And now a strange sense of possesion overcame her. Nathan was hers. This was her job, no one else would ever be willing to save him like she had.
She tripped suddenly over a piece of stone that was charred and smokey. Picking it up, she gasped when it dissolved into ashes, leaving behind a tiny piece of technology. "Sparkstones," Fin murmured. Something she'd made for the team when they had been assigned to the mission. "Nathan..."
The storm was beginning to clear, and Fin was beginning to hate the ngẫu nhiên storm changes. Up ahead of her she saw some kind of a cavern, shelter from the storm. She picked herself up and began to run, well, stumble, towards the cave. She'd get rest, eat food, and find Nathan. Oh, and she'd probably need to find the Batjet, that would be crucial to getting home.
»•«°»•«
36 miles away, the blue of Nathan's unconsious lips had spread to his torso, arms and legs. He seemed like he didn't belong to this world, almost like a part of the sky. Moreover, he looked like glass, but not very reflective. It would be nearly impossible to find him- nearly.
"Shantem nartuo couplsem! Nartuo!"
"Eitum nartuo."
"It is... a human?"
