Eyes of a Tragedy

One thing Zeratul hadn't expected to catch, sitting by the window, her wings furled behind her, was Sarah Kerrigan, the Zerg Queen of Blades.

Her mind seemed to be suffering some sort of turmoil. He felt no real interest in it, and so he backed away, leaving the monster to her own thoughts-- whatever they may have been.

Kerrigan's fingers tightened on the edge of the seat. She stared out at the stars. Every time she let her mind drift, something would skim past it, almost within reach, not her own, and yet-- she grasped for it. Caught it. And...

( London was a right old mess. )

Kerrigan sucked in one single, human breath of air, and then let it go. They were closing in on the second Protoss crystal, and she didn't need regrets clouding her judgement right now.

She'd give no place to the sinking feeling in her stomach.

[ establishy, for IAWL, ooc-okay, and co-written with a certain someone. sniffle ]

It was getting dark, her arms were heavy of dragging all of this weaponry around all day, and Kerrigan had yet to encounter any kind of barracks or the like. She could've gone to the hotel, of course, but she wasn't exactly certain on the going rate for minerals on this particular world and she was loath to explore the possibility unless she absolutely had to.

( However, luck seemed to be on her side. )
She wandered by the bedrooms. Weird. Weird. ...Guns.

Guns. She grinned faintly - even if there may have been a sense of bitterness about the whole thing. Felt like home already.

[ establishy; 25 unicorn broken into with permission from mouthy_merc ]