Lorielle had long finished her helping of stew. Â Whether or not it was dull, Lorielle loved vegetables. Â She could have eaten most of the ingredients raw and would have been just as happy still. Â She leaned back, basking beneath the cool breeze, wishing the moon would come out for just a moment at least. Â There was no such glimmer of hope. Â It was far too cloudy, as the rain prepared itself to fall down upon the unfortunate band of travelers.
The Elezen sat up again with a small sigh, looking around to see how everyone was fairing. Â Tobias had been gone for quite a while now, and upon gazing across the horizon, she saw him sitting alongside Kieaira. Â One of her dark brows perked upon her head, turquoise eyes gleaming in the night. Â Something inside of her caught itself, causing her to clear her throat a bit and look back at the fire.
Was she bothered? Â She did not know what had so suddenly come over her. Â She couldn't really put her finger on what might have disturbed her. Â Was she jealous? Â She cocked her head in thought, her eyes narrowing softly. Â No, not quite jealousy. Â Lorielle had never really felt the pull of envy, but she was certain this was not the same feeling.
Whatever it was, she brushed it off, helping herself to another serving of the soup. Â No one else had been gathered around it, and she assumed that if she did ask anyone if they would mind, they would deny it. Â She served herself from the pot into her makeshift bowl, eating it almost as soon as she finished pouring it. Â She had not realized just how hungry she was. Â It was a shame she did not bring any bread with her, as it would go along well with the...vegetable water.
She wanted to go and thank Kieaira for the meal. Â But then she would be interrupting whatever conversation she and Tobias were having. Â Did she want to interrupt them? Â Remind them of her presence? Â Lorielle shook her head, her nose cringing and crinkling between her eyes. Â No, she didn't want those things. Â Why was she trying to convince herself that she should be jealous? Â Silly woman things.
Her attention went back to finding something to do. Â She assigned herself the task of poking at the fire, tending to it with nurturing care. Â She grabbed a stick and began shuffling the firewood around, moving some pieces closer and rekindling the flame. Â They would need to get more if they were going to keep the fire burning much longer.
Without a word, the Elezen got to her feet. Â She moved almost noiselessly to the caravan, finding her folded tunic where she had left it. Â She tossed it over her arm, carrying it in the crook of it as she hopped from the caravan and made her way to a nearby tree. Â She searched the ground for any fallen branches, finding very few worth keeping.
Looking up into the leaves, she wrapped the end sleeves of her tunic around her hand. Â She tossed the tunic up and over a thick, low branch, grabbing the other sleeve once it had fallen. Â She then hoisted herself up, using her feet to steady herself against the trunk as she climbed her way up to sit on the branch. Â From here she picked off thicker branches, holding them in her tunic.
The Elezen sat up again with a small sigh, looking around to see how everyone was fairing. Â Tobias had been gone for quite a while now, and upon gazing across the horizon, she saw him sitting alongside Kieaira. Â One of her dark brows perked upon her head, turquoise eyes gleaming in the night. Â Something inside of her caught itself, causing her to clear her throat a bit and look back at the fire.
Was she bothered? Â She did not know what had so suddenly come over her. Â She couldn't really put her finger on what might have disturbed her. Â Was she jealous? Â She cocked her head in thought, her eyes narrowing softly. Â No, not quite jealousy. Â Lorielle had never really felt the pull of envy, but she was certain this was not the same feeling.
Whatever it was, she brushed it off, helping herself to another serving of the soup. Â No one else had been gathered around it, and she assumed that if she did ask anyone if they would mind, they would deny it. Â She served herself from the pot into her makeshift bowl, eating it almost as soon as she finished pouring it. Â She had not realized just how hungry she was. Â It was a shame she did not bring any bread with her, as it would go along well with the...vegetable water.
She wanted to go and thank Kieaira for the meal. Â But then she would be interrupting whatever conversation she and Tobias were having. Â Did she want to interrupt them? Â Remind them of her presence? Â Lorielle shook her head, her nose cringing and crinkling between her eyes. Â No, she didn't want those things. Â Why was she trying to convince herself that she should be jealous? Â Silly woman things.
Her attention went back to finding something to do. Â She assigned herself the task of poking at the fire, tending to it with nurturing care. Â She grabbed a stick and began shuffling the firewood around, moving some pieces closer and rekindling the flame. Â They would need to get more if they were going to keep the fire burning much longer.
Without a word, the Elezen got to her feet. Â She moved almost noiselessly to the caravan, finding her folded tunic where she had left it. Â She tossed it over her arm, carrying it in the crook of it as she hopped from the caravan and made her way to a nearby tree. Â She searched the ground for any fallen branches, finding very few worth keeping.
Looking up into the leaves, she wrapped the end sleeves of her tunic around her hand. Â She tossed the tunic up and over a thick, low branch, grabbing the other sleeve once it had fallen. Â She then hoisted herself up, using her feet to steady herself against the trunk as she climbed her way up to sit on the branch. Â From here she picked off thicker branches, holding them in her tunic.