[centre][h1][b][color=f7941d]Jamie[/color][/b][/h1][/centre]

The caravan moved so slowly that Jamie had taken to leaving it behind, always careful to stay within range of the others so as not to bring about any headaches. She didn't particularly trust the caravan scouts, and the freedom to roam where she wanted in the confines of the bomb-link was a heck of a lot better then trailing along like the caravan did.  

Besides, there was always the chance that Darius would follow her. And that would be a fun few hours. Jamie was Jamie, and her behaviour hadn't changed much the last couple of days. Each night she came back with a catch, something she had skewered with an arrow. Her hands were healing, and she was pleased about that, grateful for Elyra's ministration. The bruises on her face and stomach had faded, the ones she'd got rescuing Razor were slowly fading as well, and the bath house had done a lot to soothe her sore muscles. Her stretches and exercises helped keep them limber. 

Today she was ahead of the caravan again, but stopped at the first brief sign of a headache, and stood for a time scanning the area, at any sign of movement, she would knock an arrow in case it was game or something seeking to hunt them. After a while though, she drew her sword, going through some basic exercise, she thought back on what Karlos had told her. 

[i]"I've never fought a fighter as good as you and I think you have the potential to be better than anyone, you just have to keep going."[/i]

Well, that was one thing Jamie had going for her. She was damn stubborn and never gave up. Perhaps one day that would get her killed but she would be damned if she wouldn't go down fighting. As she moved smoothly through some drills, Jamie let her mind go blank, letting her senses  roam, listening to everything about her, still aware of her surroundings. 

There were only a few things that made Jamie truly happy, and holding her skinny sword, using it, was one of them. Her family and friends were another. And Darius had rapidly become a third, in a league of his own. She didn't truly know why she cared for him in anyway. Maybe it was simply the challenge of it all. She knew Elyra thought she was stupid because of that, yet Elyra couldn't have a clear perspective on that. Jamie had figured out, based on Maren's response. Which reminded her. She had so far managed to keep karlos away from Darius, but that wouldn't last forever. Sooner or later, Karlos would learn that Darius was responsible for his friends death. 

Troubled at that, Jamie lowered her blade, slipping it back into its sheath, she pulled the knife from its place on her calf. She traced the inscribed letters, glancing up and flicking the knife from hand to hand. She gave a sigh, and started to walk again, judging that she had waited lon enough to let the caravan draw closer. 
[@Ashevelendar][@Venku][@Shadow Daedalus][@Wick][@dabombjk][@Gareth][@King Tai][@BlackPanther][@Kyrisse]