boundxkitty | OOM - Camping Out

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*

"Alright."

Elizabeth tilts her head with an amused grin.

"In the eye? Well that's a new place to use to wake people up." See her considering storing this information for later entertainment.

"It is fair kinder than a ducking" she noted quietly from her spot across the fire. See? She had actually been listening, just...was good at fading out.

Perhaps that is to the best though. It lets her work without interruption.

Jason snickers sleepily.

"Remind me not to let you wake me, Khemrys. I'd hate to find myself in a lake."

His tone is teasing and he gives a lazy smile.
"Khemrys, do you need any help with that? I'm sure Elizabeth would love to help."

He grins, waiting for the inevitable slap.

*Yrael chuckles.* The stream isn't that far away. I am sure I could figure something out by the time I need to wake you, Jason.

*Getting to his feet, he stretches.* I shall take to my post then, I suppose.

Elizabeth doesn't slap Jason. She shoves his shoulder, hard. "I'm sure you would love to help also Jason. I think I heard somewhere that your cooking was delicious."

A lie, really. But it's usually true for most shifters in their world.

"Stay safe Yrael."

Kemrys manages to flip a fish out of the way of the friendly tussling just in time. "Yes, take care" she added to Elizabeth's well wishing.

A good portion of the fish were being sliped into the pot to simmer overnight for breakfast. Four though were being herbed and spitted to roast. It would do for this night.

Jason snickers as he falls to his side.

"Only if you've been eating garbage. I can make some basics, but why bother when so many delivery places know me already?"

"I'll see you in a few, Yrael," he adds. He pulls his pack behind his head, getting comfortable.
"Oh, that fish smells great."

Something tells me he'll change his tune in a year.

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