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I'm holding my breath for you
What kind of client would this be?
Astrid couldn't help but ponder the thought as she laid her back against the somewhat smooth bark of a tree, arms folded across her chest and eyes closed in thought. The job had been described fairly vaguely.
"Help me and my friend get to the other side of the Phoenix Mountains. No questions asked."
At least it's what she thought it said, having taken an hour or two to try and figure it out. A lot of it had been written so weirdly and many words were misspelled. On top of that it had been written in what seemed to be green crayon. Many would have declined a job that they could barely read, but the musician couldn't help but be amused by it. It had a certain child-like charm to it despite the confusing description. If no one else accepted it, she would have in a heart beat... So she did.
Plus, it was a nice change of pace. A seven day hike through these tough mountains would be fun, at least in theory. Hiking was always something that looked like fun to her. However her constant varying frailness as a child had led her to not being able to experience many things she would of liked to do.
They could make tents, settle down next to a campfire, talk, eat. There might be a few obstacles in the way, as these mountains were known for their dangerous creatures and unsteady roads, but the good times were sure to outweigh the bad by a mile. It's what she hoped for, no matter what their reasons were to go through with this journey.
"What are you spacing out for, you clod?"
Astrid couldn't help but ponder the thought as she laid her back against the somewhat smooth bark of a tree, arms folded across her chest and eyes closed in thought. The job had been described fairly vaguely.
"Help me and my friend get to the other side of the Phoenix Mountains. No questions asked."
At least it's what she thought it said, having taken an hour or two to try and figure it out. A lot of it had been written so weirdly and many words were misspelled. On top of that it had been written in what seemed to be green crayon. Many would have declined a job that they could barely read, but the musician couldn't help but be amused by it. It had a certain child-like charm to it despite the confusing description. If no one else accepted it, she would have in a heart beat... So she did.
Plus, it was a nice change of pace. A seven day hike through these tough mountains would be fun, at least in theory. Hiking was always something that looked like fun to her. However her constant varying frailness as a child had led her to not being able to experience many things she would of liked to do.
They could make tents, settle down next to a campfire, talk, eat. There might be a few obstacles in the way, as these mountains were known for their dangerous creatures and unsteady roads, but the good times were sure to outweigh the bad by a mile. It's what she hoped for, no matter what their reasons were to go through with this journey.
"What are you spacing out for, you clod?"
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