boundxkitty | OOM - Camping Out

Khemrys hadn't had the luxury of choosing camp sites her first time through, though in all honesty neither had she had the equipment to camp...needless to say her shoulders are aching fiercely and the pack grows heavier by the minute, but she hasn't whispered a word of complaint. "It looks as if it may at least be easily watched..." she noted, trying her best not to sway on her feet.

"Is there perhaps running water nearby?"

Jason looks around, still looking fresh, but weariness is starting to show around his eyes.

"I thought I smelled some back there. I think Yrael is checking it out."

He eyes Khemrys.
"I think it's as good a spot as any. Why don't we drop our packs and turn in?"

Elizabeth gives a nod and comes to stand next to Khemrys. She drops her pack gently to the ground, glad to be rid of the weight. It's not so much the weight to her as the carrying it on the same spot for the length of the travel. "Works for me."

She gives an idle stretch before tilting her head and taking a deep scent of the air, just because it's a new place. She's mentally cataloging everything in her brain. "How are we doing sleeping arrangements? Curling up like at home?" And by home she means Milliways at this moment, and there might be a thread of hope in her voice.

With a happy sigh Khemrys let her own pack slip free, following it to the ground after a moment of stretching in order to start digging through the actual supplies. "A stream would be lovely" she admitted. Fresh water, perhaps fish...

...she has no idea about sleeping arrangements, or even truly why they need to be discussed, so she simply stands once more with a small pot in hand. "I believe I can smell it...I won't be but a moment..."

Jason smiles at Elizabeth.

"Well it is getting chilly."

Or maybe it's an excuse. He drops his pack as well and stretches deeply with a happy groan.
He hears Khemrys leaving and turns to call after her. "Are you ok going alone?"

Elizabeth gives a small chuckle and a grin at Jason. "That it is."

She gives a tilted head to watch Khemrys. She trust the other woman to stay safe, but worries none the less. "We could always come with you."

She flashed a tired smile over her shoulder "It is not far, Lady, Lord" she noted softly. Then she was off into the wood gloom...

...luckily, it seemed that the stream made a turning somewhere nearby so that it passed rather close to the clearing and she was back before too long.

Seeing little had been done she simply set the pot down near her own pack and started to gather fallen bracken for the fire. Fire was always a good idea in strange lands, warded off many things...and she could cook.

Jason watches her go, watching until long after she's out of sight. He could still smell her, after all.
Finally, he turns back to Elizabeth.

"What?"

He gives her a strange grin as he passes.
"If you're ok on your own, I'm going to go check on Yrael. I know we're all pretty beat, maybe he'll want to take first watch for us tonight."

He chuckles as he walks off.
"Call if you need me," he jokes as he slips into the woods.

Elizabeth watches Jason go with a curious look. And then shakes her head a moment before turning to rest next to her pack.

Though the sitting and resting ends when Khemrys comes back. At seeing her go about getting wood, Elizabeth moves to help with the collecting.

"Jason went to go check on Yrael." Is the small idle informing comment as she collects the wood.

At that, she chuckled, settling her armful in the center of the clearing "Oh, of course, when there is work to be done...let us hope the Lords at least do manage to find some fish for their avoidance" she said lightly, though she did lift her face to the slight breeze, just in case she could smell anything dangerous.

"That does spare me the task of asking him to perhaps walk a bit when I go to bathe..."

Elizabeth gives a responding chuckle. "Shouldn't be too hard to convince one of them to go do it should they return empty handed anyway."

She sets her collection next to Khemrys's and gives a grin. "Probably a good thing. He might have joked about asking to join and how it would save time."

"Well, if they tarry too long, it shall be dark, and I would fane have the heart to send them out when the dark is rising..." she noted, glancing at the dusk sky. "I would simply beg a fish come breakfast..."

Once she had a small fire started and was slowly feeding it larger branches she glanced up, cheeks showing the faintest hint of a blush. "Pardon?"

She glances at the sky, watching it a moment. She doesn't remember when the last time was that she just sat as a human in the wild. "That's true."

She sits down near Khemrys, and watches the fire with a small teasing smile. "Jason's a flirt sometimes. Wouldn't put it past him to ask."

Khemrys can remember the last time she shared a fire with a friend. It had been long ago, with Dame Rimia, when herb gathering had taken longer than expected due to the woman's age. An adventure for a bright young girl, and a night of story telling.

"He jests much" she agreed, her own smile softer, andgentler than Elizabeth's "But he still holds to honorable actions no matter his words"

Well, whether she has a memory before, Elizabeth has a nice memory of being outside at a fire now.

There's a small nod from Elizabeth. "He tries to be. He's fairly good at not going over the line, that I've seen. Even if he does tease verbally." Her smile might soften to become closer to Khemrys's than the teasing one it was. She values him as a friend now, which is still a little odd for her. "He has a good heart in him, and that's the most important part."

Perhaps even more tantalizing than the comforts of frienship and fire is the small cloth ball she opens and pours into the water pot. Scents of dried beef and ricj spice, legumes and dried vegetables. A creation of Bars...simmered for a time it should yeild a beautiful soup.

"Aye" she agreed warmly. "You have known him long?"

Elizabeth is watching what is put into the pot with interest. She's a good cook, because the lycanthropes in her world that can't cook are few and far between. It's the high metabolism, and the constant need to eat because if it. But she's never seen anything like that before, nor has she ever cooked over a camp fire.

"My Pard has been intertwined with his Pack since before he became Pack." She tilts his head to the side a moment, going over times. "I want to say a little over two years now."

And she herself has noted an increase in what she eats, so perhaps it's a good thing she at least is used to cooking over flame, as the stoves and ovens of the abbey rely on wood.

"It sounds so srange...to put a limit of years on a person who shifts...here, it's in the blood. You do not become, so much as you wake up I think..." she mused. "But, I could be far wrong in that" she admitted.

"My Lord Jason has only been a shifter for two years then?"

She might notice a bigger increase if she sticks around and eats when Jason and Elizabeth do. They seem to constantly have food around them, especially when together.

There's a faint smile. "In our world it's considered a virus. Only this one can't be cured. You are infected with it or you don't have it." The smile goes dull. "I have yet to see a woman that could carry a child to term as the shift is too harsh on the body to keep with child. And I haven't heard of it passing through the father's side. Though I don't think it's something that can be inherited."

"I'm fairly positive that's close to the right time. Possibly a little more than that but I don't think by much."

Perhaps Elizabeth and Jason together could convince her to eat a bit more then? Get some flesh back on the sinew...or at least keep her healthy. She'd had no shifter to tutor her in such basics...

"That...is a fair shame" she admitted sadly. "Shifting..was a graet gift to me, though it ledto so much danger. I would gladly give it to my own children..." if she ever had any.

Then she clsed her eyes a moment before staring into the flames once more "He bears it well, far better than I, and I've as many years..."

Just being around them will probably lead to that subconsciously. Always being around food, and having the offer of a meal usually leads to eating more. At least that Elizabeth's seen, though she'd gladly convince Khemrys to eat more.

"It would be a wonderful gift to pass onto children. Though with the general un-acceptance of it in my world, I wouldn't want to put a child through that." Elizabeth doesn't have the option anymore, nor has she had it for a long time. At times it gets to her that she won't be able to pass on her genes and name.

"He had an entire Pack of wolves to help him accept how his life has changed. It is no wonder that he bears it well."

Alas, Khemrys was raised in an abbey full of older women. Far older, who's appetites failed them often...so the mere proximity of food isn't as much goad as it could be, traied as she is to eat what they had. Or what she can catch now.

She does watch Elizabeth carefully though as she sets a lid on the small pot and fishes a comb out of her pack "Your world sounds a fair harsh one, Elizabeth" she offered gently, compassion dropping the title from the words. "I can offer fair little to balance such, but you'll always be sister-kin to me should you wish it..."

"Aye, that would do it" she agreed. "I am glad he spends time away from that pack though, for this one..."

"It is more the people that live in it than the world itself." She gives a warm smile. "Thank you Khemrys. I do wish it. There are so few leopards in my world that I considered most family, and I had hoped to include you among them."

She curls her knees up to her and rests her chin on them. "This one is much smaller than the one back home. Plus this pack isn't based much on one's power where as the groups back home have a large dominance hierarchy."

"You have ever been kind to me, from the moment we met, Lady Elizabeth, and I've none to nay-say a call of kinship should I offer..." she admitted with a smile. "It is not much I offer, without home or belongings, but it is yours"

"I...do not believe I would enjoy meeting his home Pack then" she admitted, a hint of sadness in her tone. She had been curious about his family..."I would fane see such unkind to him..."

Elizabeth reaches over and wraps an arm around Khemrys's shoulders. "Family isn't always about the things that we own but more of comfort, safety, and companionship." It only took her about eight months at Milliways to fully understand this.

"The pack isn't all bad. The one main problem to the peace of the pack is long dead, though in the bar all the same." She gives a comforting smile. "It is similar to the workings of a real wolf pack at times, but they are not unkind to their own. Jason is very well taken care of back home."

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