Yarrow
Jourd'Bellona, 19th Primera
Trust was the issue, of course. Anytime, anywhere, in any situation -- it always came down to trust. Yarrow was fairly sick of it.
"We can't," said Caelum sharply. "They're unknown variables. We can't risk it."
Yarrow's eyes flicked to Jules. "As was Jules," she said, watching the medic's face cloud with anger. She looked at Anala. "As was Anala."
The other bellica nodded in agreement. "Aye. And as ye'd been ta me. But we'd only be here, tonight, in this tent, a'cause o' Ghia's meddling."
There was a general silent consensus around the room. "The girl is certainly good at that, it is true," Yarrow said.
"Would you rather she weren't?" asked Jules testily.
"I wasn't insulting your betrothed, Jules -- calm down."
"She's not my betrothed."
"Then wh
