Snippet #2334159

It was only a murmur at first, muffled by the dazed and drowsy state of the listener, as well as by the layers of cloth, fur, fluff, and skin. It was, at first, ignored due to its assumed nature as a trick of a semi-conscious mind that was currently in a state between sober and incredibly drunk, but its repetition ceased such notions. To have any chance of clearly understanding what this persistent murmur had to say, the great leader of the rebellion, who had launched a direct assault on the enemy castle and emerged with an incredibly important hostage, fought a losing battle against the layers that had kept her warm and happy against the cold and all-together horrible nature of the country Lenia now occupied. While untangling herself from the knot that she had inadvertently created was likely impossible in her current state, that didn't stop her from wriggling her body around until her head finally emerged from the amalgamation.

"Chief, most of the men are awake and eating, including the prince." It was a gruff voice that, while familiar, couldn't be identified until the actual image of the speaker was visible before Lenia's glazed eyes. Gnaeus Flavinius, her second in command in Maius and the third man of the rebellion.

"Right... right!" There was a rather large delay between the beginning of her statement and its conclusion, but when the notion that she was awake and needed to stay awake reached her, her eyes focused and her mind rid itself of its confusion. Exerting actual effort to free herself from the tangled mess lying atop her, she pulled her body through the hole with which her head had found its freedom and now sat on her conquered foe. Exposing herself to the cold nature of the world outside the safety and comfort of her bed was met with the, completely expected, reaction of a body covered in tiny bumps and shivering; this country wasn't as kind to those who eschewed clothing as warm, sunny Maius was. With the one who awoke her still present and still awaiting an actual order, unfazed by something he had seen on many occasions, she ripped the first sheet of cloth she could reach around her suffering body and took her first step off the bed. Thankfully, it was not as cold as she had expected and her feet were capable of treading upon it without constant complaint. Walking over to Flavinius and taking nourishment from the tray of food he had brought her, she was ready to give out her orders.

"Thank you, brother, for helping me escape the enigmatic and enthralling Realm of Dreams." Her hand came to rest on his shoulder and a smile appeared on her face for the first time that day to show her appreciation, but then it was rescinded as she searched about for her cloths. "I need you to spread the word around the men that we'll be breaking camp today; we've stayed here too long and I want to establish ourselves further south for the winter. When you're out and about, make sure to find Neira and send her to my tent. We need to discuss how we'll be traveling and how we'll be establishing ourselves along the border."

With a simple nod, saluting having been determined as something too indicative of foreignness and potentially harmful to the barbarians' moral, Flavinius took his leave from the tent. He would tell the officers to begin breaking camp and find the respective parties and inform them that they were to report to the Chief's tent. Hopefully they would arrive after she had regained her full composure and gotten rid of whatever extra person or persons still remained enwrapped in her bed.