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Jun. 26th, 2013 10:35 pmIt speaks to Zofia's hiding skills that Archer has to rely on her specialised abilities to find her. Every forest has a song, and she follows the low notes of broken twigs and disturbed leaves to follow her Master's trail. It's artfully covered, but not well enough, and before long she comes to a stop by a fallen log and a large rocky outcrop.
She's here somewhere, hiding herself, stilling her breath. Archer could let her go, let her sit there in silence and stew over what happened, but a lack of communication was what got them into this mess in the first place, so she sits down on the old log, feeling the cracked bark and the dampness of the wood underneath it, where collected snow has melted into water.
"Zofia," she says softly. "Please come out."
She's here somewhere, hiding herself, stilling her breath. Archer could let her go, let her sit there in silence and stew over what happened, but a lack of communication was what got them into this mess in the first place, so she sits down on the old log, feeling the cracked bark and the dampness of the wood underneath it, where collected snow has melted into water.
"Zofia," she says softly. "Please come out."
