((Continuing from Prompt: Weightless))
Callista kept her rifle at the ready. It was not safe to wander from camp, but she needed a break from their Exalted guest before she developed a migraine.
She breathed in deeply, glad for normal smells, though the Mordrem infested jungle was hardly familiar enough to truly be normal. She was surprised, then, when a scent on the breeze caught her recognition. Her eyes, sharp in the low light, caught sight of the figure next. The clothes and gauntlets were as much a give away as her scent, even though her head was uncharacteristically hooded in a shawl.
“Zaree?”
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