Where Do We Go From Here? (Mircea) Dec 21, 2010 17:42:41 GMT -5
Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Dec 21, 2010 17:42:41 GMT -5
With caring eyes Yassia watched Mircea set up the camp aptly and quickly, as he had the previous days. It was almost funny how quickly some sort of routine had established between them, and even funnier how they both seemed to live by it. The place might vary, as might the time of day, but the steps stayed the same. Yassia actually often felt bad just standing there, watching for the most part, but Mircea’s movement were so swift and very well thought through she felt like spoiling it if she lend a hand in her awkward way.
Everyone at court had considered her to be a bit of a wild child, rather staying outdoors and enjoying embroidery or playing with dolls like nice little princesses should, but whatever she had done hadn’t provided her with much means to survive out in the open without guidance. The emphasize had been put too much on the game character of it all.
In the end she just sat down on the log he had so lovingly provided for her, smiling to show her gratitude and sighing in relief as she stretched her sore limbs.
“Goodness gracious… I’ll think you’ll never make a warrior princess out of me. Though, we have only just started, right? One never knows what the future might bring.”
Her face puckered up in mild confusion at his last remark, and her hand subconsciously moved down to her dagger, the only weapon she could probably use. Was he joking? Well, it was only right she would do her fair share of the tasks living on your own provided you with, Mircea wasn’t her servant after all! And if she wanted to pass as a commoner’s girl in the future, she better learned a few things first.
“Well, I could!” she offered. “A rabbit or such I could always kill with a flying dagger, you know my aim!” Yassia was actually lifting herself off the log already, when another thought crossed her mind. As cold as the nights could be there was one thing more important than food. Lighting a fire. She couldn’t even do that, though it looked fairly simple.
“Show me, please !” she demanded, indicating to the flint he was still holding in his hands and lowered herself on her knees in front of the fire, next to him. “You never know what could happen, and lighting a fire is vital to everyone travelling. Plus, if I learn it, I can light a fire next time, so you don’t have to do everything on your own.”