Myra watches his progression carefully before starting after him, duplicating his moves the best that she can, but improvising in a spot or two where her shorter arms couldn't quite reach. It wasn't a challenging climb, but it offered a different workout than the hiking.
At the top she stands, watching him wince and then diverts her attention to the view. From here she can see the woods they've traversed from the plane, and the dirt airstrip itself. The plane winks in the sunlight and Myra shoulders off her pack, as she sits down, and works to take in more of the details of the stunning view. She leans against her pack like a chair back, and takes a breath. Without motion, she can feel her mind dragging her back to thoughts of work, of home, and inevitably Ming.
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Date: 2009-05-08 05:02 am (UTC)At the top she stands, watching him wince and then diverts her attention to the view. From here she can see the woods they've traversed from the plane, and the dirt airstrip itself. The plane winks in the sunlight and Myra shoulders off her pack, as she sits down, and works to take in more of the details of the stunning view. She leans against her pack like a chair back, and takes a breath. Without motion, she can feel her mind dragging her back to thoughts of work, of home, and inevitably Ming.