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alwaysroomforhope) wrote2009-09-30 09:42 am
alwaysroomforhope) wrote2009-09-30 09:42 am
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The building would go a lot quicker if there were two people working on it. But maybe, Steph eventually realises, once her anger has subsided enough for her to think in as close to a straight line as she ever gets, it isn't the end result that's important.
She can't sit still for too long in this weather. They'll have to move at least some of the gear from the hide tent into the igloo, whatever they're going to need to weather out a storm, Steph guesses. Lamps. Clothing. As much food as theyv'e got. Not hunting gear and none of the drying racks. Probably flooring of some kind. She has no idea what the floor of an igloo consists of - just ice? Definitely the sleeping roll and as many of the other furs as possible, then.
Tea. Definitely tea.
Rope, because they'll need to be able to find their way to the lat and back, and Steph has some recent and painful experience with white-out storms. Her pack, because there's still a handful of dried food supplements and a thermal blanket, which might be useful.
She tidies everything, folds sealskins over the equipment that they won't need in the igloo, moves what they will need into the centre of the tent in preparation for carrying it over.
And then when she's done, quiet and calm - at least on the surface - she makes tea again, and kneels down by the fire to wait, resisting the urge to go to him.
(she has no idea what she's doing, no idea how to fix anything. but she has to try.)
She can't sit still for too long in this weather. They'll have to move at least some of the gear from the hide tent into the igloo, whatever they're going to need to weather out a storm, Steph guesses. Lamps. Clothing. As much food as theyv'e got. Not hunting gear and none of the drying racks. Probably flooring of some kind. She has no idea what the floor of an igloo consists of - just ice? Definitely the sleeping roll and as many of the other furs as possible, then.
Tea. Definitely tea.
Rope, because they'll need to be able to find their way to the lat and back, and Steph has some recent and painful experience with white-out storms. Her pack, because there's still a handful of dried food supplements and a thermal blanket, which might be useful.
She tidies everything, folds sealskins over the equipment that they won't need in the igloo, moves what they will need into the centre of the tent in preparation for carrying it over.
And then when she's done, quiet and calm - at least on the surface - she makes tea again, and kneels down by the fire to wait, resisting the urge to go to him.
(she has no idea what she's doing, no idea how to fix anything. but she has to try.)
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At this point, Sokka would probably read the catper book fifty thousand times, just to get his family to forgive him.
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"... do you? Want to go back? I mean, it's been so long..."
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"...I think if I don't go now, when you're here to make me, I might never go back," he admits quietly. "Mel... she's really angry with me. I don't know if she needs me, I don't know if anyone's better off if I'm there... but if she's mad enough to say... things, then she at least wants me there. Maybe... maybe that's enough for now."
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"... everyone wants you back," she says, and grins suddenly, relief and delight. "Mel's angry, the girls are lonely, even Spots wants you back. And I don't think Mel knows how much she needs you either, but I know - she does. You don't stop needing family just 'cause you're mad at them."
"And I need you, too.
"... and I need you alive, so we should drag the supplies in here before I sit you down and tell you just how much."