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Eon didn’t really hear what Red said. She just focused on the floor. The only thing she remembered was to address the captain as Captain Hellfire. She looked up when she sensed movement. Banshee was leaving the room. Eon kept her hands loose at her side as she followed. She was a bit calmer, but not much. Her thumbs tapped gentle against the handles of her blades. She counted to three repeatedly in her head. Eon did pay enough attention to stop and watch Banshee knock. She heard a female voice allowing them entrance. I wonder how Banshee knows to go in. Maybe she waits for a certain amount of time before entering a room after knocking?
She was tense as she entered the room. Eon was annoyed once more, ready for Captain Hellfire to be as bad as the rest. She wanted to cross her arms, but her weapons wouldn’t allow that. Her eyes stayed on the captain. Eon hated it, but she jumped when she saw the flames. It unsettled Eon. Can all the redheads here create fire? Eon only glanced at Nat when she used the Chatter. Although, her gaze quickly returned to Captain Hellfire. When she remembered Red was in the room, she shifted to be able to see her in her peripheral vision.
The last thing Eon wanted to do was answer her first question. She really saw no reason to answer once she told her she didn’t want her on the ship. She hadn’t been expecting to be allowed to stay. I sure as hell don’t want to be on a ship with problems. I have enough of my own. I am better off on my own anyways. You can’t trust a soul in space…Funny how she is called Captain Hellfire and has abilities over fire. I wonder if that is on purpose. I wonder what Red is called.
Her thoughts shut off when Captain Hellfire spoke again. Eon shivered as she thought of being dropped off at a central planet. Her heart had quickened, but she felt cold with fear mostly. Eon was tired too, physical and mentally. The mental exhaustion was mainly because of the situation Red and Banshee put her through. She would be glad to be rid of them. Eon wondered when she’d get tired of Captain Hellfire. Her eyes went to the glass as Captain Hellfire knocked the liquid back. She assumed it was some type of liquor. Eon resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
“I understand Captain Hellfire,” she said in a tired voice. She rolled her shoulders back. Eon knew she had been handling her bag too much today. She really should have stayed in the cargo hold and rested. It was one of her rules to just rest and eat two proper meal after healing someone. She broke the rule often. Eon decided she could rest until she was dropped off. Once she was alone again, she could even make herself a meal. She wasn’t going to eat anything anyone offered her here. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she decided she needed some alone time. She felt drained by all of this social interaction. Stress had absorbed any energy she had gotten from her earlier cat nap.
“How long until we get to the planet? Also, where will I be locked away until you drop me off?” she asked. Eon assumed she’d be locked away. It was better than being killed. She still worried they’d kill her though. “May I ask what planet it is?” she added quickly. She knew most of the planets Et Salvos dealt with. Eon even visited some when she was younger. Eon slowly walked sideways until she reached a wall. She leaned against it. Her muscles were beginning to ache because of the bag and blades. They were large and heavy.
She was tense as she entered the room. Eon was annoyed once more, ready for Captain Hellfire to be as bad as the rest. She wanted to cross her arms, but her weapons wouldn’t allow that. Her eyes stayed on the captain. Eon hated it, but she jumped when she saw the flames. It unsettled Eon. Can all the redheads here create fire? Eon only glanced at Nat when she used the Chatter. Although, her gaze quickly returned to Captain Hellfire. When she remembered Red was in the room, she shifted to be able to see her in her peripheral vision.
The last thing Eon wanted to do was answer her first question. She really saw no reason to answer once she told her she didn’t want her on the ship. She hadn’t been expecting to be allowed to stay. I sure as hell don’t want to be on a ship with problems. I have enough of my own. I am better off on my own anyways. You can’t trust a soul in space…Funny how she is called Captain Hellfire and has abilities over fire. I wonder if that is on purpose. I wonder what Red is called.
Her thoughts shut off when Captain Hellfire spoke again. Eon shivered as she thought of being dropped off at a central planet. Her heart had quickened, but she felt cold with fear mostly. Eon was tired too, physical and mentally. The mental exhaustion was mainly because of the situation Red and Banshee put her through. She would be glad to be rid of them. Eon wondered when she’d get tired of Captain Hellfire. Her eyes went to the glass as Captain Hellfire knocked the liquid back. She assumed it was some type of liquor. Eon resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
“I understand Captain Hellfire,” she said in a tired voice. She rolled her shoulders back. Eon knew she had been handling her bag too much today. She really should have stayed in the cargo hold and rested. It was one of her rules to just rest and eat two proper meal after healing someone. She broke the rule often. Eon decided she could rest until she was dropped off. Once she was alone again, she could even make herself a meal. She wasn’t going to eat anything anyone offered her here. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she decided she needed some alone time. She felt drained by all of this social interaction. Stress had absorbed any energy she had gotten from her earlier cat nap.
“How long until we get to the planet? Also, where will I be locked away until you drop me off?” she asked. Eon assumed she’d be locked away. It was better than being killed. She still worried they’d kill her though. “May I ask what planet it is?” she added quickly. She knew most of the planets Et Salvos dealt with. Eon even visited some when she was younger. Eon slowly walked sideways until she reached a wall. She leaned against it. Her muscles were beginning to ache because of the bag and blades. They were large and heavy.