OPEN STARTER / VERSE: YELLOW.JACKETS (POST CRASH)
plot: your muse asked what was on her mind
"Khamar Daban," she says with little elaboration. Upon seeing the look on the other's face, she shrugged. "What? You asked." She shut her eyes, as if trying to reorganize her thoughts. "It's a mountain range. A few years back there were—" she cuts herself off, "Uh, I shouldn't get into it, actually. It'd be disrespectful, or something." More accurately, it would probably freak them out. Much in the same way she's been thinking about the incident because she's freaked out.
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