boundxkitty | OOM - Camping Out

"Ach, I should have thought as much!" she fussed "A fine healer I make letting you sit in that water..." she shooed Elizabeth teasingly back towards camp "We can warm the blankets by the fire at least"

When they finally, she chucked and stirred the bubbling soup "Oh, I'm sure that it will be a fair shock, seeing as how many of my own commonplace things are strage to you...I can't imagine a world where embrodiery isn't a common past time..."

Elizabeth gives a soft chuckle at the shooing. "I'll be fine. So far there is yet to be a cold that I can catch. Though that warm fire sounds nice now."

Elizabeth settles close to the fire so that she can absorb its warmth. "Well, everyone tends to be too fast paced to worry about embroidery. Especially when you can go to the store to get that done." She tilts her head to think a moment. "There are cars for faster traveling for one."

Not to be so easily reassured, Khemrys tucked a blanket warmly along her shoulders and filled a small tin with thick soup. That and a chunk of journey bread should hold her over and warm her up until the men returned.

Then Khemrys actually sat downas well, sitting upon her own blanket, finger combing her hair idle as she debated eating herself. "Cars? Are they much like horses?"

"Thanks." She doesn't think that telling Khemrys that it isn't necessary will stop her. So she just accepts it.

"Faster." Is the small mumble around bread. And once she finishes the mouthful, she continues. "They are not alive, they are machines, and they travel faster than horses can travel."

It gives her something to do at least, idleness not coming naturally to her. Besides, how else can she show her gratitude for their company than by caring?

"During the war there were great machines...the Kolder brought great metal crawlers to knock down walls and spit fire I'm told..." she mused quietly.

[And I'm away to work :'(]

To just be company herself? That's all Elizabeth will ever ask unless she has a need for something specific.

There's a wry smirk from Elizabeth. "Well, cars don't spit fire. Generally, if there's fire on them it means something is wrong with them. Though they're easy enough to use, and safe."

[awww..have fun!]

Well, she's occupied company then, and perhaps that is a good thing. It leaves her less ability to fret.

"Your Cars are not machines of war then...but do they also run on some strange energy? Once the supply lines were cut, it was almost as if the war crawlers starved to death I'm told, freezing and no longer moving..."

Elizabeth doesn't fret often. She has too big of a carefree attitude at times.

"No, they are not machines of war. They are just machines used to make traveling great distances easier. They run on gas, which is made from oil that is found in the ground in certain places in our world."

Well, Khemrys will certainly look out for her then, and perhaps the girl herself may even learn to relax somewhat in turn.

"And there ae many of these machines?" she asked curiously, trying to picture a land where it could be so. It seems rather...impersonal in her mind. Horses did not like her blood, she could watch them from afar, and many sought solace in them...could they do the same for machines?

Relaxing is a good thing. Elizabeth lives by it. And she would be happy to help Khemrys learn how to do so properly. Though that might require a shopping trip or spa trip, to do it properly that is.

"Yes, tens of thousands. Most adults own at least one. They come in a varity of styles and colors." She gives a small smile. "Though in the bigger cities, people tend to use public transportation due to lack of space for all the cars that would be needed."

Oh dear, Khemrys shopping in Modern America is no doubt going to cause a great many headaches in all directions...and a spa would get questioned about what herbs are in what...

"Gunnora..." she whispered, eyes going wide. She...wasn't certain of that many people in the Dales, much less ways to move them...the number is almost mind boggling in a social sense. "Why ever would so many live so close together?"

The questioning of the spa would be interesting to watch for Elizabeth. And who knows, the spa might learn a thing or two. As for the shopping, Elizabeth knows some shops that Khemrys might like, especially since not all shopping consists of cloths but books and herbs and things as well.

She gives a small shrug. She knows why lycanthropes lived so close, though it's been to long to be able to explain the regular humans. "The population of the world itself is extraordinary to start with. Plus, people like to live close to their jobs, which means that most live in or close to the city." She's debating on whether it'd be healthy to tell Khemrys that one major city can contain a good two million people.

No doubt she'd cause as much culture shock as she herself experienced. No vendor or merchant would ever be the same, whether they saw her as charming or srange!

"It seems fair strange to contemplate, Lady" she admitted quietly. "You must live like so many ants or bees, all one upon the other..."

Well, you never know. Being that they deal with vampires, there could be a decent amount of acceptance.

There's a faint nod. "In the inner cities during the day especially it can be like that. Though that is why we, the lycanthropes, have the forests that are on the outskirts of the city. They are quite refreshing after a long day in the city."

Point, though with her old world mannerisms she'd probably end up drawing attention she'd fane like.

"I cannot truly imagin living like that...to not step outside into some garden or meadow, instead to face more keeps and holdings with more people..." she shook her head softly. no doubt she'd adapt should such be necessary...but for now, she can't imagine.

Elizabeth will help keep her as safe as possible mentally. Physically, too, though that's not as much an issue.

"There are gardens. Some people go out of their way to create gardens in their yards outside their houses specifically." She gives a sympathetic smile.

She would need such support, and who better than sister-kin to give it?

"I imagine they would...everyone needs to simply touch the earth at times..." there ae slow ways to die, that of soul death where that connection to earth simply...wanes and snaps.

Maybe Jason, but he'd probably be busy playing morning snack or preparing for a show. Plus, relaxing by shopping isn't usually something that men accompany.

"Even if they do not realize that they need it." Is all Elizabeth says as agreement. Though, Doyle would know more about the soul death, but neither have met him yet.

Jason would...no doubt not have such time for her. And shopping in her world...is a far different experience. Relaxing by shopping, an entirely new idea.

"Especially then" she noted gently, rising once more and coming to sit beside Eizabeth with the comb.

Well, and then there's the whole thing that most men don't enjoy shopping. Elizabeth isn't sure where Jason stands on that issue, though she can always ask.

She runs a hand through her hair idly before moving so Khemrys has easy access at her hair. "It's hard to find the time some days. Especially with computers being around so that people can do more."

It is true that most markets are left as the province of women...lest they beast markets or metalsmithies it seems. Perhaps they could take Jason to a beast market to prevent his boredom?

"A fair shame, when days can be full enough with the simple things" she noted, certainly not knowing what computers are. Such simple things as hair brushing.

That would be fun. And, it wouldn't hurt to try really.

Or such simple things as cooking. "Very true, though computers can be useful as well as distracting. Remind me to show you the one I have in the bar when we get back." She's very happy with her computer, mainly the dvd function of it.

As long as they avoid the horse market, they should be fine. Horses did not care for her.

Indeed, though cooking is often a task that can be set to care for itself slowly...much can be done at the same time. "If you wish" she agreed. "A computer is...like a servant?" Perhaps it's her own cat like tendencies, but her combing is much like petting...

Horses don't like most shifters from Elizabeth's world either. So, that will work. They can look at the pretty horses from afar.

Unless it's rice, in which, the moment you turn your back on it, it's burnt. "A computer is another machine. It can help people stay in contact even though miles apart, it can store information like recipes or stories, it can play music, and much more. Though it's small and isn't mobile, on it's own. Laptops are smaller than regular computers and can be moved about easily." The petting'combing is comforting to Elizabeth. And, being in a strange place, the comfort is very much welcome. Which is why she had brought up sleeping arrangements to Jason. He caught on fairly well to that.

Yes, it's a fair shame that such creatures avoid them. They are indeed magnificent from afar.

Unless rice is in soup, then it tends to survive quite well. "Do you not miss books? For such recipes and stories? And instruments for the music? It seems...a fair shame to replace such" she noted idly, setting the comb down and starting to braid portions of her hair. Just for fun now, she'd set the large braid later.

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