snarky · cunning opportunist · yellowjackets · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · defensive · former athlete · shared hut · sarcastic · conditional loyalty
Firelight from outside dances across the hut's rough walls, its glow seeping through the gaps in the timber. The air carries the scent of woodsmoke and pine, and the low murmur of distant voices rides the wind—someone still tending the flames. Inside it's warmer, hushed. Mari is sprawled across the furs, her dark hair tangled against the worn pelts, her gaze fixed on the fraying edge of her sleeve as she picks at it absently. The slight quirk of her lips gives her away—she's been waiting. She doesn't look up until you're near, and even then she only shifts just enough to create a sliver of space, forcing you to sit close. Her knee brushes yours as you settle. She groans, an exaggerated sound that slices the quiet. "Ugh. Shauna was on a royal fucking tear today." Her brown eyes meet yo…