《 Carla 》<br/>Location: Leavenworth<br/>Present: Miles<a class="username" data-user-id="6997" data-username="Traveler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6997/">Traveler</a><br/><br/><div class="bbm_float fleft" style="float:left;margin:0 10px 5px 0">
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</div>"Mornin', Miles," Carla called back as Rookie meandered his way up the path sniffing his way along. "No, no..." she drawled as she closed the distance, a handful of wildflowers in the hand that usually held her rifle. "I was headed home when I ran into the Wilson boys at Dryden," that's where the small talk tone ended.<br/><br/>"They told me about Loretta," she paused, not given easily to softer sentiments, "I'm sorry. I came to pay my respects and see how you were holdin' up. See the fencing is still just sittin' there." The change of subject was more a balm against the awkwardness she felt with grief than a derailment of the solemn conversation. There was a pause before she spoke again.<br/><br/>"Mind showin' me where she's restin'," she gestured with the flowers in hand. "Just kind of want to say goodbye."