Post by redox-kun on Oct 26, 2013 0:53:18 GMT -8
|STORIES||stefan learned not to object to orders, not anymore, but even he had reservations about journeying this far out into titan territory in order to recover a bit of carrion feed. well, he did. until he saw the figures for how much the noble families were willing to pay for the bodies of their sons. grain prices were rising, and he's not about to complain when sina's families were willing to foot the bill. |
stefan lowers the clipboard at his side and surveys the grasslands, their colors burnt by the setting sun. he identifies the princelings by the glimmer of gold in their teeth.
"do not scavenge" he snarls to a soldier whose gaze had darted a little too quickly between the trinkets. when half of the corpses' faces were mauled, the trinkets were the most valuable things that they had for identification.
consider it done, he had told his supervisor. six years of membership in the legion, and he didn't even have a single squad captain to serve. it doesn't bother him as much as it used to, but it certainly would have been easier to keep up on a particular squad.
they had heavy carts to protect. moreso than usual. that was the only reason why he was here, really. he had allowed himself a few seconds of hopeful content. perhaps they had feared the wilderness more than they had feared him.
they had sent sophia rosenburg to lead the party. that's when stefan had allowed his hopes to die quietly. he had served under her before. everything about her was sharp, from her cheekbones to her blade and the way that she would look at each and one of the soldiers before her. the way that she would never look at titans.
the crunch of the grass underneath her shoes punctuate the shuffling of the legion. she gives a careless glance at the corpses. identifying them was somebody else's job.
her footsteps stop, only to be replaced by the sound of her voice. "keep your signal flares at the ready in case of sightings, and make haste"
LAIKA OF GS!