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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[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James thought that some range time with the crossbow he picked up from the underwater nightmare might set his nerves at ease.

"Are you well?" he asked, a simple question with a bit of nuance.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Fine," Triela snapped angrily, not even looking up to see who was asking.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"...are you going to throw anything at my head?" James asked.

Look. It'd been quite a week. He may be starting an aversion to blondes.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

She looked up, face twisted in uncharacteristic emotion. "I might," she growled.

Some part of her noted that it wasn't like her to be this out of control...

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

James avoided rolling his eyes, as he might lose them should she recover her firearm. "I am getting better at dodging," he said, still tense.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Bullets are very hard to dodge," she pointed out crossly. But she didn't reach for her weapon. She could see that her hand was still trembling slightly no matter how hard she clenched it in an attempt to keep it under control.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"As are bolts and arrows. You're shaking."

Master of the obvious and man of danger. He quirked an eyebrow.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Are you stupid?" Rosalind drawled, having watched from a small distance for a few moments. "You must be to think that it's a clever idea to practice while so obviously unwell."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"I'm fine," Triela growled, despite it being patently obvious that she wasn't.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"No I'm not." Yes she was.

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

He glanced down at her hand, which was shaking like someone who'd taken a double dose of herbs that allowed the consumer to stay awake far longer than normal...at the cost of exhaustion and fine muscle control. "I could ask you to draw a line with a charcoal piece and it would be as crooked as a cat's tale shut in a window."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"You don't even have charcoal," she pointed out. She could have disagreed, but...

[squire-hand.livejournal.com]

"That is not the point. Did something happen?"

James was not the best at fake Fandom familial relationships.


[tail, not tale in pvs ping.]

[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.

[give-areason.livejournal.com]

"Because fine drops loaded weapons?" Rosalind asked archly. "And your shooting is dismal today."