[Despite the location, Clarke sleeps strangely well. It's something that she won't vocalize, but those few hours were the best sleep she's gotten in a while. As much as she wants to stay here, she knows where she was for almost a full year back home: among trees, a little tense and afraid, always ready to leap out of her skin at the first threat. Or rather: ready to jump at it, gun brandished.
Once they're up and ready to go, Clarke makes sure that everyone's doing okay on sun protection. She makes sure to give a partial transfusion to both of them, drinking a full bottle of water and stuffing some food in her mouth right after. Worse comes to worse, she can see how her power works in plant life. It's something that the others might not be able to see in action.
When Prompto moves, readying himself, she looks past him to the path.]
Definitely. [Clarke strides forward, getting the first hit of sulfur, wafting up into her nose. Her stomach twists in unhappiness. Not a pleasant smell right now. Her hand comes up to rub against her nose absently.]
Both inviting us forward and not. I think whatever was out there last night wants us to go in, [she says, aware of how that sounds. But Clarke has had to adjust to a lot of freaky and unnatural stuff in her time here. How does this differ from any of it?
Her gun rests in her hand as she moves forward, taking the path. Brave—or stupid. Her mind was made up when she first headed to the wall. There's no turning back now, nor does she seem inclined to do it. She looks back to see that her companions are following, and she even steps aside whenever a vine swings down in her way.
Once the sounds move through the trees, she hesitates.]
Tell me if any of that gets closer. They're trying to warn us away. [What Clarke doesn't say is that the forest out here shouldn't be able to foster life like this. She doesn't understand. Not entirely.
It's only when they hit the first bits of streams, twisting and somehow moving down in the same direction just the same, that she stops, crouching down near the floor. Ugh, closer to the sulfur. Unpleasant.]
There should be a body of water up ahead. I think we might be able to stock up there.
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Once they're up and ready to go, Clarke makes sure that everyone's doing okay on sun protection. She makes sure to give a partial transfusion to both of them, drinking a full bottle of water and stuffing some food in her mouth right after. Worse comes to worse, she can see how her power works in plant life. It's something that the others might not be able to see in action.
When Prompto moves, readying himself, she looks past him to the path.]
Definitely. [Clarke strides forward, getting the first hit of sulfur, wafting up into her nose. Her stomach twists in unhappiness. Not a pleasant smell right now. Her hand comes up to rub against her nose absently.]
Both inviting us forward and not. I think whatever was out there last night wants us to go in, [she says, aware of how that sounds. But Clarke has had to adjust to a lot of freaky and unnatural stuff in her time here. How does this differ from any of it?
Her gun rests in her hand as she moves forward, taking the path. Brave—or stupid. Her mind was made up when she first headed to the wall. There's no turning back now, nor does she seem inclined to do it. She looks back to see that her companions are following, and she even steps aside whenever a vine swings down in her way.
Once the sounds move through the trees, she hesitates.]
Tell me if any of that gets closer. They're trying to warn us away. [What Clarke doesn't say is that the forest out here shouldn't be able to foster life like this. She doesn't understand. Not entirely.
It's only when they hit the first bits of streams, twisting and somehow moving down in the same direction just the same, that she stops, crouching down near the floor. Ugh, closer to the sulfur. Unpleasant.]
There should be a body of water up ahead. I think we might be able to stock up there.