boundxkitty | OOM - Camping Out

Khemrys no doubt would fair hound such should they meet, being a healer. Chase them bodily out into sunshine and wind once more...but she is willfull enough to adapt to almost anything, truth told. She won't run from Elizabeth's world. "With family within it, how could I truly dislike it?"

No, not wrong in the least, though, alas, she has no hair pins, so it would no doubt slip...but it'd just be an excuse to do something else.

Elizabeth leans her head back so she can look at Khemrys with a warm smile. And with two escorts, she should be safe enough. "Okay, how about, hopefully you won't find the changes too much of a culture shock."

Well, since there are no hair pins, Elizabeth won't. At least not until Jason gets back. Because she'll only do it once, and for some reason, unbeknown-est to the mun, he should be there for it.

"Let your world be strange as it will" she cuckled, a hint of challenge in he tone. "It will not change me, or my chosen place. Should we be there long I'll plant a garden even" brave, brave words.

Well, it should stay as long as she's careful. Satisfied for now she grinned and scooped up the comb once more, to tackle her own drying locks.

Elizabeth gives a grin. Partially at the challenge and partially at the prospect of Khemrys staying long. Caleb would kill her if he had to sleep on the couch for too long. "Well, there's some yard behind my apartment building, even if you don't stay long if you wanted to plant a garden."

Elizabeth has never been good at styling other people's hair. Though, she's good at brushing it out. With hair like her friend Nathanial, she couldn't not be, ankle length that it is. "Would you like some help combing out your hair?"

"Even if...perhaps only to ensure you never forgot to touch the earth at times" she agreed with a small, warm smile. A garden for her sister, not a terrible gift to give at all.

Her hands pause for a moment, not used to an offer in kind. She'd brushed the sisters hair because their joints pained them, and the brushes were to small to hold...and her mother simply...because. But, her own hair is well past her hips, and wild with waves when left to it's own devices. "...yes?"

There's a bright grin. "You might even be able to make sure I tend it before you leave my world." Which would be a glorious thing. Left to her own devices, she would forget to water a house plant, even if she had to walk around said house plant to get the the fridge to eat herself. Or, you know when ever it started to look bad, Elizabeth could just drag Khemrys back to fix it.

Elizabeth moves, brush in hand. Though she waits a moment. She's dealt with longer, though never with the waves. "You don't sound sure..is something wrong?"

"Tending is not so hard" she offered softly. Says a girl who grew up gardening. Perhaps it would be best if she were called upon to keep said garden healthy upon occassion?

She shrugged her shoulders, the dark mass of her hair cheerfully lapping across both her front and back at the movement. "No...I do not believe so...it's just...you're the first to offer"

Khemrys gets a look. It'd probably be best if Khemrys's skills were called upon when needed to keep the garden healthy.

She brushes some of the hair to the side with a hand. "Well, you did it for me. I can't braid other's hair very well, but I can help brush it out." She gives a grin. "I help my friend on occasion and his hair is much longer than yours."

Khemrys would be more than happy to save any garden from horrible death.

"I am well able to braid" she assured gently. "Just be warned...my hair can have a will of it's own it seems..." dark as midnight and as flowing as an river that hair. Another sign sh edoens't belong anywhere.

Well and it's not like the horrible death would be planned really. It'd, sadly, just sort of happen.

"Noted, though I currently stand by that ankle length hair is worse." She goes to work on brushing out Khemrys's hair, starting at the bottom, so as not to make knots worse as thy get pulled down.

Yes, a tragedy. Well and truly. Khemrys shoudl be warned never to get Elizabeth a plant.

"Fair certain" she agreed softly, letting her eyes close as she drew her knees to her chin. This...this was nice. Teh small fire, the darkness, the scent of her home world, if not land...

And family.

Which is getting closer to complete as Jason approaches the small fire. He stops, smiling as he sees the two women brushing each other's hair.

"You two are making me wish I kept my hair long."

He drops down beside Elizabeth and watches while she brushes Khemrys' hair.
"Though mine was never that long," he muses.

*Yrael's humming something baroque under his breath as he pads back into the clearing chosen to be camp. In his mouth he holds a cord strung through the gills of the eight, medium-sized trout slung across his back.*

Dinneh! *His voice is slightly muffled from the cord.*

Elizabeth tilts her head at Jason with a grin. "You could always grow your's out like Nathanial's."

She turns her head around to grin at Yrael, which of course sends her brains flying around her head. Which, feels a little odd to her.

"Those look delicious, Yrael!"

The braids owuld feel stranger with beads no doubt. "Longer hair, my Lord, would no doubt be quite fetching" she noted with a small smile.

Then there was Yrael. With fish. And far too many for a single cat to carry. So of course she's crawling forward from her spot, moving throughher hair to pick up part of the string "These are beautiful...I could cok them, and there's soup..."

Jason shakes his head with a laugh.

"No, it wouldn't look right on me. My hair is just too fine to wear it long, or don't you remember?"

He leans back, studying the fish Yrael brought.
"Nice, Yrael, but what are you going to eat?"

*Yrael smirks smugly at Jason.* I ate the other four that I caught.

*to Khemrys and Elizabeth* I can catch them easily enough, but I have no skill with cooking them. Not by a long shot.

Elizabeth ruffles Jason's hair playfully. "But it looked so cute!"

Elizabeth waves a hand towards Khemrys. "I only know how to cook them when they're from the store." Which means already skinned and de-boned. "So, I think I trust Khemrys the most to cook them."

She lifted the string easily, eyeing the still twitching creatures with a smile. It was certainly feline, her posture in the pool of dark hair, no one would mistake it otherwise. "If you will give me but a few moments..." she smiled happily.

"And braek your fast upon the soup while I dress these..."

That said she draped the string near the fire and quickly began to braid her hair back.

Jason simply tries not to stare too much. Khemrys' hair was even nicer than Nathaniel's.

He forces himself to turn away and start in on the soup, but not before nudging Elizabeth roughly, but playfully.
"The soup is great!"

He stretches against Elizabeth while he eats. "Yrael, are you starting the watch or should I?"

I shall start it, I think. My night vision is better than yours, and I do not really need sleep.

*He doesn't bring up that nap he had, curled up in Jason's pack today. Instead, he stretches out beside the fire.*

I shall wake you around three or so.

Mmm, that soup smells wonderful.

Elizabeth settles so that she's leaning a little into Jason. She already had some of the soup, so she's content for now to just watch Khemrys work on the fish.

"Would you like some of the soup Yrael?"

Khemrys's eyes don't dart to Jason and Elizabeth, nor does she linger in envy for how easy they seem with one another. She had never thought to ask if they were courting.

There are things to be done.

There's a knife in the pack, well suited for such work, as well as defense. A good sturdy belt knife. And a small sheet of metal to broil the skinned and gutted fish upon.

Even a small packet of herbs.

It keeps her busy. And it keeps her quiet.

Jason nods wearily. He isn't sure he'll sleep, and second watch is hard, but he'd rather know that Khemrys and Elizabeth are getting their rest.

"Good. Try not to wake me by sticking your nose in my eye this time, ok?"

He snickers and submits to utter relaxation as he waits for some fish.

Thank you, but I am content, for now. I had fish. Though I may get some later, during the night. It smells too good to pass up entirely.

*Yrael stretches, comfortably.*

My previous attempts had failed, Jason. I was out of options. *smirk*

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