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A chill was slowly beginning to settle in the air as the season of autumn crept over the horizon, Yet Caroline hadn't seemed to mind: particularly when this was the view one recieved in return. The sun, in whatever shape or form, would likely forever leave the woman with a sense of peace she could never quite achieve anywhere else, because she'd known what it felt like to live without its rays. The walk down from training for the day was a fairly long one, added by the fact the vast majority of them seemed utterly exhausted from being worked to the bone. At very least the view was nice, not that the rest of them seemed to be all that bothered by it.
Caroline's trailing mind had almost successfully managed to tune out the natting of both Connie and Sasha beside her, yet their animated movements made them rather hard to ignore. How they had so much energy at this time after so much rigorous training was beyond her. Then again, they both seemed to be surprising influences on one another (good or bad dependent on who was viewing them). "Carolineeee..." Sasha whined, breaking her out of her thoughts and turning her head to finally try and gain a grasp on their language of animated movements. "Okay, question, would you rather fight a hundred titan sized chickens or one hundred chicken sized titans?"
Her eyebrow rose skeptically, yet both their faces were written with full seriousness. "Obvious, one hundred titan sized chickens!" Connie was practically yelling with frustration, "How many times have I gotta tell you! One hundred little titans? You can just kick em' and they're gone, titan sized chickens would be an actual problem!" Caroline couldn't stop herself smiling a little, it was such an unserious conversation, something so light it made it a little easier for her to ignore the darker thoughts that creeped in the back of her mind, begging for her attention. Humouring the both of them had more often than not left her smiling, even back at a time where she wasn't even sure she'd smiled all that much before. Sasha loudly exclaimed in horror, continuing her opposing argument as if she was fighting her own trial of freedom. "Sorry Connie, I agree with Sasha..." Caroline conceeded quietly, watching the hope slightly drain from poor Connie's eyes: "Think of the amount of food a titan sized chicken could get you? We'd never have to worry about food for years if it was kept well." It seemed ridiculous to be debating something so trivial, but it was at the very least an amusing way to pass the time.
Caroline's trailing mind had almost successfully managed to tune out the natting of both Connie and Sasha beside her, yet their animated movements made them rather hard to ignore. How they had so much energy at this time after so much rigorous training was beyond her. Then again, they both seemed to be surprising influences on one another (good or bad dependent on who was viewing them). "Carolineeee..." Sasha whined, breaking her out of her thoughts and turning her head to finally try and gain a grasp on their language of animated movements. "Okay, question, would you rather fight a hundred titan sized chickens or one hundred chicken sized titans?"
Her eyebrow rose skeptically, yet both their faces were written with full seriousness. "Obvious, one hundred titan sized chickens!" Connie was practically yelling with frustration, "How many times have I gotta tell you! One hundred little titans? You can just kick em' and they're gone, titan sized chickens would be an actual problem!" Caroline couldn't stop herself smiling a little, it was such an unserious conversation, something so light it made it a little easier for her to ignore the darker thoughts that creeped in the back of her mind, begging for her attention. Humouring the both of them had more often than not left her smiling, even back at a time where she wasn't even sure she'd smiled all that much before. Sasha loudly exclaimed in horror, continuing her opposing argument as if she was fighting her own trial of freedom. "Sorry Connie, I agree with Sasha..." Caroline conceeded quietly, watching the hope slightly drain from poor Connie's eyes: "Think of the amount of food a titan sized chicken could get you? We'd never have to worry about food for years if it was kept well." It seemed ridiculous to be debating something so trivial, but it was at the very least an amusing way to pass the time.
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