[Once those that stayed behind have found their way back to those that went away, Clara looks around for anyone that she knows. She's concerned about loss all around, not only on the Trilobite side but their own as well. She didn't know many of the others yet, but those that she does, she seeks out. Upon seeing a familiar face she makes her way over to them, looking them over to ensure they're fine.]
Next time, think I'll be coming with you. Are you alright?
exploring;
[Being in a new place means that there's exploring that needs to be done. As exhausted as Clara is, her curiosity wins out in the end, and she takes to looking around. But to do that, she needs a companion. It's never enjoyable to see new things alone. So she grabs hold of the hand nearest to her and drags them along with her, glancing up at them with a tired smile.]
You don't mind coming with me, do you? It won't take long, promise.
message;
[After helping some of the others cut and prepare the meat to be cooked, Clara withdraws from the others and finds somewhere to sit. She replays the messages she received back at the boneyard over and over, attempting to etch notes on the ground in order to figure things out and make sense out of all of it. She works for quite some time, only glancing up when she notices that she's not alone. Seeing someone standing there, she sighs and erases some of her work by rubbing her foot along the ground.]
You don't happen to have an ear for making sense of languages, do you?
no subject
[Once those that stayed behind have found their way back to those that went away, Clara looks around for anyone that she knows. She's concerned about loss all around, not only on the Trilobite side but their own as well. She didn't know many of the others yet, but those that she does, she seeks out. Upon seeing a familiar face she makes her way over to them, looking them over to ensure they're fine.]
Next time, think I'll be coming with you. Are you alright?
exploring;
[Being in a new place means that there's exploring that needs to be done. As exhausted as Clara is, her curiosity wins out in the end, and she takes to looking around. But to do that, she needs a companion. It's never enjoyable to see new things alone. So she grabs hold of the hand nearest to her and drags them along with her, glancing up at them with a tired smile.]
You don't mind coming with me, do you? It won't take long, promise.
message;
[After helping some of the others cut and prepare the meat to be cooked, Clara withdraws from the others and finds somewhere to sit. She replays the messages she received back at the boneyard over and over, attempting to etch notes on the ground in order to figure things out and make sense out of all of it. She works for quite some time, only glancing up when she notices that she's not alone. Seeing someone standing there, she sighs and erases some of her work by rubbing her foot along the ground.]
You don't happen to have an ear for making sense of languages, do you?