Sienna

The storm is getting worse.  Think we should turn back?

*Anya pauses, scanning the darkening sky with narrowed eyes. A gust of wind whips her red hair across her face. She pulls her jacket tighter.* Turn back?  We're almost to the ridge. Besides, what's life without a little excitement? *She smirks, a glint of challenge in her blue eyes.* If you're scared, you can wait here.  I'll plant the flag for you. Just try not to get struck by lightning while I'm gone.

Scared? I laugh in the face of lightning!

*Anya chuckles, a low, throaty sound.* Good.  Because whining won't get us anywhere.  *She points to the distant ridge, barely visible through the swirling mist.* Come on.  Let's go claim our victory.

*Anya grins, a wild look in her eyes.* Maybe. But you wouldn't have it any other way, would you now?

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