OOM - Camping Out

[boundxkitty]

Elizabeth moved to stand in an open area that seemed to be open enough to keep watch on all sides.

She shifts her pack on her shoulder more comfortably before turning to give a raised brow to the others.

"Here good for the night?"

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"I can help you braid it tightly, once your hair dries" she offered, something she's good at is hair, living in an Abbey full of women tends to breed such skills. Then she stifled a yelp as she stripped quickly and slid into the stream. Early spring still had melt water running in the streams!

So it was that her next words were chattered through her teeth "Entertainment?" she mused. "I will have to ask him..."

[boundxkitty]

"That would be such a help." Elizabeth stripped and slid into the stream a little more slowly at the sound from Khemrys. Easing into the cold wasn't too bad. "If you wouldn't mind that is."

She gives a small nod. "It's a fairly interesting job. And like I said, we can make arrangements for you to come visit and we can always visit him at work."

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"I don't mind at all...I rather enjoy it actually" she admitted. It was relaxing to brush and braid hair, one of the smaller things she missed upon leaving the abbey. A quick dunking and equally hasty scrubbing, and she was starting to think longingly of that fire...

"I think I would fair enjoy that..." she admitted "Though honestly I feel I make a poor showing beside the pair of you, dull as I am..."

[boundxkitty]

Elizabeth took a more relaxing speed for washing. Though, between the higher body temperature and the numbness that had started sinking in from traveling the water didn't bother her all that much. "Wonderful."

"You are not dull Khemrys. Merely different. Not everyone in my Pard and Jason's Pack are like us. Some are quiet, some are obnoxious." She's thinking Caleb there which were Jason here, he might agree with. "Everyone is different, sometimes just because of personality, sometimes because of where they grow up, but it's the difference that makes you who you are."

[homeless-pard.livejournal.com]

Alas, Khemrys doens't seem to have a much higher temperature than can be accounted for by good metabolism, and her own aches and pains are well past numb within a few moments. Luckily, she's not one to complain, simply endure, and so she ends up back on the bank and worming into a clean shift. "You're fair hardened to stand that water so" she teased gently.

"Well, regardless, I'll do my best not to dissapoint." she admitted, just a little more worried about such than she let.

[boundxkitty]

Elizabeth moves slowly to the bank and pulls on the clean cloths that she had brought. She gives a small grin to Khemrys. "It's a mixture of things that help me stand it, one of them being too tired to really care."

"I'm sure you'll be fine. The biggest thing will probably be the environment shift." Elizabeth is now thinking sleeping arrangements at her apartment. She's got a second bedroom, so that's not really a problem. She's just not sure how Khemrys will react with Caleb staying in Elizabeth's room. He might just be shuffled to the couch for Khemrys's stay.

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"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..."

[boundxkitty]

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."

[homeless-pard.livejournal.com]

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?"

[boundxkitty]

"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."

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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 :'(]

[boundxkitty]

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!]

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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..."

[boundxkitty]

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."

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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?

[boundxkitty]

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."

[homeless-pard.livejournal.com]

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?"

[boundxkitty]

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.

[homeless-pard.livejournal.com]

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..."

[boundxkitty]

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."

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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.

[boundxkitty]

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.

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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.

[boundxkitty]

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.

[homeless-pard.livejournal.com]

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.