<strong>Name:</strong>Lilah 'Li-Li' Oliver (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200832.msg9813377#msg9813377)<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Whippersnappers<br/><strong>Date:</strong>6 June, 1871<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Great Maze<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jack<br/><hr/>Jack might have been doing all the work but Lilah being at the till was more than just busywork. She was hardly an expert at it but she knew she had to do more than just pretend to keep them near the middle of the water, in her own she was contributing to their journey too. It wasn't long before her arms were aching -- she could only imagine how Jack was feeling -- and she knew by the time they got to town all the play would have gone out of them and she'd feel considerably worse. These little trips made her stronger though she told herself and in her usual fashion, remained stoic and didn't whine about her aches and pains. You couldn't ever do less than the very most you could do around Jack, he just had a way of bringing that out of you because he never put in a poor effort in his life.<br/><br/>"Well hell," she muttered after his little geography lesson, her eyes watchful as they scanned first one side of the river than the other. The last time they'd gone to town they'd seen some mighty big tracks in the bank in this section that might have been one of those dragon things and she sure didn't want to be taken surprise by one of those. She felt a sense of dismay as he described the other cities -- could Gomorra really be the best thing out there? That was a thought to drown your spirit right there. "Ain't there no place that ain't terrible? In the whole world, ain't there a place where you can make a fair wage for hard and folks treat you decent, not go after each other all the time like a pack of crazed coyotes?"<br/><br/>It was a rare outburst of exasperation for her, one who knew from a young age there was no use in wishing things were different, all you could do was wrestle with the way things are. Maybe it was all that reading Jack was doing, filling her head with magical places and people who were kind, where the good ones usually vanquished the bad in the end and being honest and brave like Jack counted for something. She sighed and relaxed a bit as they got around the bend.<br/><br/>"Or maybe them kinds of places are only for white people and folks what already got money. I guess all we can do is stick together wherever we land."<br/>