boundxkitty | OOM - Camping Out

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.

I shall take care; do not worry. I shall be watching over you.

*A grin, and then Yrael slinks over to a large hardwood tree. A few seconds climbing puts Yrael at the base of a thick branch which stretches halfway across the clearing which is the travelers' camp. Yrael pads gingerly along its length, settling at a fork in the branch so he can see the entire camp.*

Elizabeth gives a small laugh. "Heart be-still me, you mean my cooking is better than yours?"

She edges Jason with her foot, because he's laying down and she can. She then takes a deep breath, exhaling contently at the smell of the fish. "I have to agree. Leave me in charge of that and it wouldn't smell that good."

Khemrys just chuckled softly, watching the spitted fish cook "'Tis naught" she assured quietly. Once certain that none of eh food was in imminent peril, she begna to unroll her blanket, settling her pack at one end for a pillow. She's not tired yet, but sleep is something you gather while you can.

"Which is why we should be glad to have Khemrys with us. Well, that and it is her world after all."

He watches Khemrys set up her blanket with interest.

"You going to sleep all the way over there?"

Elizabeth gives a smile. "Not only would we starve in human form, but we'd be lost as well."

Elizabeth tilts her head towards Khemrys as she reaches for her own pack. She settles next to Jason, shifter close.

"You can come closer, Khemrys. We won't bite." She gives a glance at Jason. "Right?"

Khemrys glanced down at her bedroll, then up once more, seeing nothing wrong with the spot she'd chosen. "If t would be a comfort, I could move closer..." she offered, truly puzzled.

He gives his best 'innocent' look.

"Not unless she asks nicely."

He chuckles and gestures to the spot in front of Elizabeth.
"It would at least be warmer for you. Sorry if it seems odd, we're just a little more used to sleeping a bit closer than most people."

Elizabeth rolls her eyes at Jason, though it's very dramatized.

"Always willing to please, aren't you." It's said with an amused tease.

Elizabeth settles out her bedding before stretching out on it, very much like that cat she can be.
"Very much closer." Is her lazy response.

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