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The group had waited for the rest of the day at Curtana's camp. Jarlas had used his rod to summon a couple more structures for the new arrivals- a fascinating proceedure that involved aiming the rod, stating which building he wanted, and then allowing a small sphere to simply shoot out, land on the ground, and sprout into a moderately sized structure, all of them complete with furnishings and some personal belongings. Selwen had her own, which she was moved to after a while- Dejah was allowed to accompany her, with Molko joining for translation purposes, since the women seemed to have an interest in speaking to one another.

There was also a structure for Lady Samsara, a fanciful stone lodging with rather comfortable ammenities inside. The previous owner had been a man, a Paladin apparently, judging by the books and icons laying about here and there. His fate was unknown to her.

Tugark, too, was granted a building not unlike Molko's, though it was built more like a barracks or armory than a proper resting place.

Jarlas had offered Curtana a place in his personal tent- but, her face as red as her hair, she somehow found it in herself to kindly refuse the offer. She found her own spot, away from the others for the night, knowing it might possibly be the last night she'd be in her little homestead for a while. Not that Jarlas had any untoward intentions or anything! He didn't even sleep in his tent, what with being dead and all. He was on watch all night too.

Dhaelhel had been invited to Al'Kaera's building with him and Maree. But Dhaelhel did not stay throughout the night. He had retreated to perching in a tree as would a bird. The Old God of the Sky was not pleased with his relationship with Curtana. He planned to mend it. And so, in the midst of sleep, Dhaelhel treaded into Curtana's dreams. Inside the dream the god attempted to garner forgiveness from the girl. Before she could protest Dhaelhel swooped her up into his arms and kissed her. And from there, with Curtana helpless against defending herself from her own dreams, Dhaelhel made sure the girl would wake up deliriously and curiously satisfied.

Anaree was given a rather simple building, compared to the rest, which she would be completely unfamiliar with it. It was made of wood and stone. The dwelling was also relatively unfurnished, but had a basement with a modest laboratory in it.

Nachytsm, naturally, stayed watch outside through the new night. The moon was bright, with a cool breeze coming down from higher in the mountains.

Nothing had happened during the night, save the encroaching of a few random beasts. No others had come.

When morning had come, Molko was one of the first to be awake. Eager to be ready, he had begun preparations of a massive breakfast, assisted by Glixenheimer. There were a number of new chairs scattered around the fire pit, most of them rather basic stools or luxurious, cushioned things.

Molko was waiting for everyone to assemble around the fire they had built. He was ready; maps, charts, lists, needs, travel gear, various supplies and amenities in backpacks. While he had been translating for Dejah and Selwen, he had been preparing a large amount of gear for the march. Lady Samsara was already awake and sat at the table. She had dressed herself in the same clothes as she had worn the day previous, much to her distaste. Her hair was done up in a tight and immaculate bun with just a few decorative fly aways to frame her heart-shaped face. Her boots were propped up on another chair and Lady Samsara was sharpening a knife against a whet stone. She began to sing a lovely tune of adventure and fame. Both Molko and Glixenheimer, surprisingly, had begun to hum along with her after a while. Like many Legionnaires, they had grown fond of Elvish music, which was common to hear during peace or war, and harmonizing had come naturally to them. Molko's humming was deep and powerful, while Glixenheimer's had a more whimsical note to it.

Tugark was not long after the first wave of people waking. The beast had slept soundly through the night, and woke with the dawn that morning. His blue eyes were bright and sharp, looking for Lady Samsara. Once she found her, he grinned a rather silly grin, bowing slightly in greeting which she returned without breaking the tune. Tugark bobbed his head with the rhythm of the song she sang, listening to her in silence. He could only hope that their days would last, but first he must find his sword and shield. On that thought, his eyes wondered over to Curtana, who was huddled down by a tree, hugging her knees to her chest. It was curious that her face was beet red.


Oh yes, Curtana was awake too. Her face was crimson and her eyes were ringed with dark puffy rings from lack of appropriate sleep. She had dreamed of Dhaelhel that night. She had heard it was normal to dream of people who actually had a crush on, and she was first to admit the male version of Dhaelhel was amazing. It was the fact that Dhaelhel could choose to be female in a blink of an eye that concerned her. Dhaelhel had appologized in her dream, as she expected her self conciousness expected him to do. She had not realized that Dhaelhel was actually in her dreams. The next part, although it pleased her after she gave in to his advances in her dreams, haunted her awake. Had she really wanted him to do that to her? That's the only reason you could dream of such things, is if you subconciously wanted it.. Right? She shivered at the thought and hugged herself, huddling against a tree for support.

Jarlas had noticed Curtana's poor disposition that morning, and, while he was tempted to go tell her she should have slept in his tent, he was still worried about the potentiality that he'd been taking her too seriously. After all, it wasn't often he felt weird about hitting on any women, and the fact that it had happened (which hadn't happened since his second wife) meant he was terribly confused. So instead he just chills out on the other side of Camp pretending to be on watch.

Dhaelhel unraveled himself from his wings. As the god stretched out, he looked down and was curious to find Curtana huddling against his tree stump. He jumped down and crouched so that he was on the same level as her.

"Curtana, are you alright," Dhaelhel asked, politely. He reached out and gently touched her shoulder. Curtana herself nearly jumped two feet at the touch. Looking up to Dhaelhel, she physically flinched before giving him an uneasy smile. "Y-yeah, I'm alright.. Just tired, didn't sleep well last night is all.." She murmured. Hearing that she hadn't slept well made Dhaelhel frown. That was not the reaction he had expected. The fallen god sighs and notes the dark circles around her eyes.

"Are you hungry? Molko is making food again. Do you want me to bring a plate to you, Curtana?" Dhaelhel asked. Shaking her head vigorously, she looked worrisome for some reason. "No, it's alright.. I'm not hungry." Even though she had not eaten since the rest of them had found each other. "I'll be fine, thanks."

"No, you won't," Dhaelhel said. A look of determination came into his eyes as he stared down at Curtana. "Please", he said, "Come eat." Curtana turned her gaze away from his own, cowaring under the look of determination. Had that been the look he gave her in her dream? It was.

"Dhaelhel, I don't need to eat as often as others.. I'll be fine, promise."

"I will make you a plate then," Dhaelhel replied, not taking no for an answer. He turned away and went to fetch her a plate. When he finally got around to the fire pit, he found that Molko was particularly against his taking food before meal-time. Dhaelhel set down the empty plate and crossed his arms over his bulging pectorals. He would wait and Curtana was going to be the first served that morning. Dhaelhel was going to make sure of that.

While Dhaelhel was preoccupied with making her a plate of food, Curtana thought it best to try to hang around Al'Kaera and Maree, if she could find them that is. Dhaelhel seemed more reluctant to hang around her if those two were watching..


Dejah Thoris was over by Abbil, giving him an apple which was given to her by Molko. The horse was very appreciative of the treat. It made Dejah smile and she turned that smile onto Selwen. She did not speak the woman's language but Dejah was fond of her. There was a good soul to her and Selwen was not like the other females that she had known before. It was not just because of the color of Selwen's skin either, but something far deeper. The Knight radiated a light in Dejah's eyes and after spending so much time in the dark, she was drawn to it like moth to a flame.

Selwen had come out of her building a fair bit later than Dejah. She had been resting most of the night, meaning Molko's services as a translator went more or less unused. She had yet to properly thank Dejah for bringing her to the camp, even if it was not what she expressedly wished. Regardless, she sought to give her the proper thanks when she had a moment with Molko, that he might translate for her.

For the moment, she simply looked towards her, a smile crossing her face for a moment, the only way of thanks she could at the moment offer. She had healed completely during the night, and indeed, seemed to have grown more attractive in some capacity, somehow. An implacable change in her armor, the torn and battered suit being exchanged for a new one, or perhaps it was the brand new longsword she had at her side. Or perhaps it was her eyes, glowing now as they were with the faintest of holy Lights.

She likes you, Selwen hears, looking away from Dejah and walking towards the fire. I can tell, comes the musical tone.

Dejah's smile disappeared as soon as Selwen looked away from her. Her brows knit together as she pet the long neck of her mount. Abbil blew air through his nose and put it against the grass. Dejah said a few conversational words to Abbil before she gave the horse a parting pat. The woman then came to Glixenheimer's side and without asking, began to help him with the morning meal. She was well suited to the task.

Glixenheimer was focusing on the meal, mostly, ensuring that the spices and the portions were even enough to be spread amongst everyone. Meanwhile, Nachytsm was standing at the ready outside Al'Kaera's structure.

It had been difficult for Anaree to sleep. She kept tossing and turning throughout the night. As soon as she gave up on the hope of sleep, Anaree had gone wandering through the woods nearby camp. Nachytsm had seen her leave, but did not try to follow or bother her. He was on watch, and couldn't be distracted from it. Now that it was morning, the young elf returned. A brace of dead rabbits dangled from her hand. They had given their lives for Anaree as a gift and she was going to honor their sacrifice by giving them to someone who would appreciate them.

Nachytsm wasn't standing too far from Anaree. She walked toward him, making sure that she was heard. Anaree had learned a long time ago that it was never a good idea to sneak up on him when it was possible. He tracks her as she approaches him. Nel was sleeping in the crook of his armor, making soft cooing sounds. Nachytsm didn't really know what to think of Anaree yet, and was about to be further confused.

"You've been here all night," Anaree said to Nachytsm. He grunts an affirmative. "I brought you something to eat. It's not cooked." The elven girl came to his side and held out the brace of rabbits for him to take.

The large man blinks, looking first at her and then at the rabbits. He could smell the fresh meat, but hadn't really put a mind to it. She had hunted all night for these beasts, and now she was offering them to him? He fixes his gaze back on her, his black eyes barely showing his confusion. "Thanks," he mutters as he reaches out to pluck one of the rabbits from her hand. Anaree stopped him by pulling the rabbits away from his reach. The girl then sat down next to him and pulled out a small hunting knife. After inspecting the rabbits, Anaree started to clean them for Nachytsm. He very well couldn't have done it himself without some difficultly or without destroying the delicate meat. So she was doing it for him. The large man still had his hand outstretched as he stares down at Anaree. People didn't usually do things for him. Bringing him food was one thing. Preparing it was another. Preparing it while enduring his presence... that was downright absurd. Lowering his arm, he looks ahead and grumbles idly.

"Waitin' for Al'Kaera," he says then before Anaree asks, "Where's Maree?" He gestures at the building he was guarding. Anaree nodded in affirmation as she slipped the fur from the first rabbit. The girl took off the feet and gutted the creature before she offered it again to Nachytsm. Without saying another word, Anaree began to dress the second rabbit.

Nachytsm grumbles again, accepting the rabbit without looking down at Anaree. Kindness was something he didn't fathom well. He could have stuffed the whole thing in his mouth, crunching messily and probably spurting blood about, but he remembered Al'Kaera told him it was a kind thing to eat slowly when in the company of others. Like chocolate, he wasn't supposed to just eat it all at once. Or something to that effect.

Thus, Nachytsm simply shoves the rabbit's head into his mouth, ripping that off and chewing with some manner of satisfaction. The dull crunches of bone could be heard quite easily.

Anaree simply laughed.