by snow i » Mon Nov 24, 2014 10:11 am
Roan sat in the workshop, working on her voice box. The small square device had been destroyed a few days earlier by one of the tributes fiddling around in her desk. It had never really worked in the first place, so she wasn't too broken up about it, but the lack of communication was killing her. She found Jaylon could understand her just fine, but with everyone else it was a struggle. As she placed wire after wire, along with gears and circuit boards and such into the container she silently cursed to herself. It wasn't going as smoothly as she's hoped, and the technology was so rustic, she'd had to remove it all from the sleek telephone shell she had been using, to a clunky metal box. In other words, things were not all right in the red world.
I am and always will be, yours truly,snow i
We rode the waves
on Spanish sailing ships,
plundered by
pirates we were
stranded on this
sandy shore
forever to wander,
riding the sea from which
we were born,
we return to wilderness,
We return to wild.