" "Well, now what?" She asked." "Well, now what?" She asked. "You're my prisoner, Tarr. You and I walk back to grey camp and we put you into the stockade." "I mean, right now." "Right now, we get some sleep." She wasn't about to walk away; there was a ruleskeeper drone above us, probably two, and they would disqualify her if she did. She seemed infinitely frustrated by her new role as passive prisoner, but those were the rules. "Let's get your stuff together. We've got a short walk back to my gear." "What about the weather?" she asked, annoyed. "If it rains, it rains. It's warm, and right now I need sleep." She bit her lower lip and gathered up her backpack, grumbling all the while. We walked back to where I'd dropped my pack, rolled out our two bags and went to sleep. Luckily, it did not rain. The next day, well after dawn, we broke what little camp we had, packing up and moving out. I kept her flag as a headband, enjoying the look on her face as I tied it on. |