Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160829031840/@comment-27126749-20160831064946

She watched her shoes while he spoke, examining the indents they left in the gravel. Ash glanced up at him, barely hearing the question over her own thoughts.

"I... I'm not that great at cooking..." She paused and looked towards a bridge that stood ahead of them, which looked as if it were going to fall apart at any moment. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go for a walk. To... secure the area..."

Her voice trailed off as she continued walking, not bothering to wait for a response. She stopped at the bridge and, getting a closer look, saw that the structure had crumbled away to an overhang at its center. She halted at the edge, daring to look over the unstable chunks of cement. She spotted a lone Beowulf below. It seemed lost. Lonely. She felt a pang as she began to process the Huntsman's words fully. Ash wasn't angry, but she certainly felt frustrated. She knew she could do better, but something was holding her back. Perhaps he was right... perhaps she was... afraid...

She pulled off her backpack and tossed it on the pavement behind her, tired from its weight on her shoulders. She crouched by the edge and stared down, watching the creature whilst deep in thought.