Difference between revisions of "Logs:Out of Hand"

She stood in her sister's weyr, calm despite her less than wholesome intentions. Paislie owed Lilah a lot for her part in helping her find a place at Fort, for giving her at least the opportunity to make it impossible for her to return to her husband. And this was how she was repaying her. She should probably feel guilty. She didn't. This was the right thing to do. Lilah would understand.

Pulling her coat more firmly around herself, Paislie lifted the keys to the stores from their home and put them into her pocket. Her calmness dissolved somewhat as she turned to leave, her breath more shallow, adrenaline putting her on edge as she stepped outside and made her way to the rendezvous where she'd hand them over. She hadn't considered how they might be put back yet. Maybe she wouldn't have to deal with that part.

"Don't lose them," she said firmly as she passed the keys off. Then she turned away. It was out of her hands now.