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fandomtownies2022-09-11 11:14 am
The Preserve, Sunday Morning
Aloy was still unclear on how she'd gotten roped into that-- night, last night. And while at least the night had ended productively, it had still left her with this strange, itching sense that she wasn't... doing enough.
That just being here was indulging in something they didn't have time for.
It was the thought of Beta that kept her from giving in to that feeling. Instead, she took it with her into the woods around the school, the first time she'd been there since she'd been a student. Her practice range might not be done yet, but here with the trees around her, the quiet, she could at least keep herself sharp.
Maybe even bring home some dinner for tonight.
She set a little course for herself-- up the trees, from tree to tree, down on the ground, into the pond, out of it, shoot a few makeshift targets she'd pinned up on the trees. It wasn't much, but it would do.
And so she poured all of that itch into her hands and feet as she grasped the branches of the first tree and pulled herself up.
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That just being here was indulging in something they didn't have time for.
It was the thought of Beta that kept her from giving in to that feeling. Instead, she took it with her into the woods around the school, the first time she'd been there since she'd been a student. Her practice range might not be done yet, but here with the trees around her, the quiet, she could at least keep herself sharp.
Maybe even bring home some dinner for tonight.
She set a little course for herself-- up the trees, from tree to tree, down on the ground, into the pond, out of it, shoot a few makeshift targets she'd pinned up on the trees. It wasn't much, but it would do.
And so she poured all of that itch into her hands and feet as she grasped the branches of the first tree and pulled herself up.
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And Beta still found being able to come and go as she pleased, without needing anyone to escort her anywhere, overwhelming in a good way.
She'd been out on her own walk through the Preserve, absolutely fascinated with the wildlife and scanning everything that her Focus would let her; she spotted the targets and froze, putting her hands up. Kotallo had given her a lecture on range safety, which was to say he'd wanted to make sure she wasn't going to blunder onto the range while anyone else was practicing.
"Um. Hello?"
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"Beta?" she called.
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"Aloy, is that you?"
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"Hi," she said. "I didn't realize you'd make it out here."
Aloy... should be more careful about where she practiced, she reflected.
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"Was I not supposed to?"
It might take her a while to let go of the immediate 'am I in trouble' instinct.
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Also, knowing it was Aloy up there in the tree made things 100% less weird than if it had been anyone else.
"I just wanted to take a walk," she said. "I... really like it out here."
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The radio squirrels, for one thing.
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Beta reached out to trace her fingertips along the bark of a tree. "Was it hard to get used to that the first time you were here?" she asked.
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They'd both inherited a share of Elisabet's workaholic tendencies, though Beta suspected Aloy had a larger portion than she did. (Or maybe she was just too busy enjoying not being put to work by the Zeniths all the time right now.) In any case, she had a pretty good idea of how frustrating that would have been.
"You didn't know, then. The details of the project, or how hard she tried. It was just the world of the Old Ones."
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She'd spent her entire life having to prove herself, searching for answers. It had stoked those workaholic tendencies to a fever pitch; work, in many ways, felt like it had been the answer to all of Aloy's existential questions.
She knew - grudgingly, with Varl's voice in the back of her head - that it shouldn't be. But she was better at remembering that with Beta than with herself.
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Overthinking things and accounting for possibly too many variables was her own specialty as much as having immediate concrete things to do was Aloy's.
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"Well," she said. "Let's just hope our time here is more useful than my first visit."
For work, and for-- right.
She cleared her throat. "Uh, how's school? Is it helping?"