Shooting Range [Thursday afternoon]

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela had been taking Leto's advice and recording her dreams, but it wasn't really helping them go away, so she wasn't sure it was helping.

The range usually helped her concentrate.

Except today it wasn't working. Her head was pounding and she couldn't draw a bead on the target. She scowled and set the shotgun down before drawing her pistol. Maybe she'd have better luck with that.

She managed to get a couple of shots wildly downrange before her hand spasmed wildly and the pistol fell clumsily to the floor with a clatter.

That was... definitely not good.

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[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

She scowled. "Nothing."

Which was actually true.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

Okay, now he did roll his eyes. "Was something supposed to happen that did not?"

No, he wasn't going to let this drop. Why do you ask?

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Nothing!" she snapped angrily. She definitely wanted him to drop it.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Trip to the clinic?" he suggested. Then: "I suggest staying away from the short blonde; she's....interesting."

"Please."

And still, nothing flung at his head. So far, a success.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"I've already been. It didn't help for long." Though she might go back for another quick bit of relief. Anything was better than... this.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"Do you need a healer, like--no, not her, she's liable to take your head off."

James was very popular this week.

He sighed and wiped his face, still not breaking eye contact with Triela. "I have some...aspirin, from here. It's a wonderful thing, should it help."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine," she bit off. "Drop it."

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

He gave her a long look. "I will. For now."

Not his business, and yet...

He took up a position a bit far from her to start his target practice.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Good."

She didn't sound relieved, but... she was.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

If she were quick or alert, she might pick up on the occasional glance from the brown-haired lad, as if he were checking up on her (he was).

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Normally she was both, but today she was... out of sorts. So she didn't notice he was glancing at her, even while she winced and continued to tremble slightly. She didn't try shooting again, though.