Marlene felt Reno watching her as she collected her things. She fished the pocket knife out of a muddy boot-print, looked at it dolefully, and said, “I’m going to find Daddy.” --- An oblique look at post-Meteorfall Reno, from Marlene's POV.
Never shared this story on Tumblr, and I’m still proud of it, so giving it a share now. Aimed for a little bit funny and a little bit sweet. Featuring Marlene Wallace and Reno of the Turks.





















