Snippet #1368121

Severia stokes the fire with her blade and stares into it with apathy. Just days ago she was cozily holed up in her family's estate, giving gasconade to the guards of her latest achievement against her brother. And everything changed. There was shouting, the bite of blades and nothing but betrayal. The Couslands were no more. A musky aroma fills the cave as Kujo returns to his mistress. Stubby tail wiggling with nothing but jubilant malice the canine drops his bum down next to her and stares at the boiling pot. This moment is deceivingly tranquil. Kujo rolls over to become supine and Severia rubs his belly, being ever mindful of the speedbump past his navel. The warm fire gently strokes her armor to encase herself in a warm cocoon and the young woman hums in delight.

Being backed into the cave and waiting for the mixture to boil isn't all that fascinating. Severia rises from her seat to lean against the lip of the cave and stare at the melancholy rain dribbling from the sky. Curious, her hound joins his mistress. Kujo tilts his head at the armor clad woman before flopping down on his belly with his forelegs reaching back along his sides. A bemused smirk plays along the lady's mouth. Silly thing. Her eyes cast skywards again she furrows her brow at a hawk. Has it found something of interest amidst the storm?

She doesn't go to investigate although she knows if she were a girl again she'd chance throwing a stone at it. Perhaps she should for old time's sake. Not that Severia will intentionally aim for the hawk just try to get it as high as the bird. There's a competitive streak in her after all. She kneels down and takes up a small stone, bouncing it in her palm before hurling it over the trees surrounding the cave. Where is the rest of her party? The silence leaves nothing but an ominous fog covering the area. She'll blame Arvin for this pause in departure. After a short rest the group will need to get moving and soon.