Lorielle had been digging through the crates for a while as the others went about their business. Â The most she had found were several clay pots and what she thought was a glass vase. Â They had nothing with which to eat from the...meager plate ware with. Â Vegetable soup was not too difficult to drink, anyway.
She stacked the pots and vase in her hands, leaning them beneath her chin as she carefully brought them from the caravan to the campfire. Â She set them on the ground, placing them side by side before sighing. Â She sat back by the fire, uncertain as to what to do with herself now. Â Then again, why did she constantly have to be involved with something? Â Why couldn't she take advantage of the spare time and rest. Â Gods know she needed it.
She reached behind her head, pulling the hair pin out again and letting her hair fall over her shoulder and into her lap. Â She separated the hair into three parts, beginning the daunting task of braiding her mass amounts of dark brown hair. Â She held the hair pin between her lips, her eyes glancing between her working hands and the dancing fire.
The hair pin was silver and thin, with a pendant on one end. Â The pendant was shaped similarly to a leaf, and was embellished with emerald gems, smaller blue gems lining the sides. Â It was the only extravagant thing she wore. Â Her clothing was rather dull and modest in comparison.
As she continued taming her wild hair, she began glancing around their new camp. Â She shook her head slightly, her lips pursed as they held the hair pin between them. Â What was with the men around here being so stubborn? Â Gods know that if she had been gouged by a big bird or poisoned by a giant frog, she would not be up and running around after everyone else. Â
She herself looked exhausted, ready to pass out at any moment. Â But her fire-lit turquoise eyes were peeled waiting for the chance to get up and lend a hand at something.
She stacked the pots and vase in her hands, leaning them beneath her chin as she carefully brought them from the caravan to the campfire. Â She set them on the ground, placing them side by side before sighing. Â She sat back by the fire, uncertain as to what to do with herself now. Â Then again, why did she constantly have to be involved with something? Â Why couldn't she take advantage of the spare time and rest. Â Gods know she needed it.
She reached behind her head, pulling the hair pin out again and letting her hair fall over her shoulder and into her lap. Â She separated the hair into three parts, beginning the daunting task of braiding her mass amounts of dark brown hair. Â She held the hair pin between her lips, her eyes glancing between her working hands and the dancing fire.
The hair pin was silver and thin, with a pendant on one end. Â The pendant was shaped similarly to a leaf, and was embellished with emerald gems, smaller blue gems lining the sides. Â It was the only extravagant thing she wore. Â Her clothing was rather dull and modest in comparison.
As she continued taming her wild hair, she began glancing around their new camp. Â She shook her head slightly, her lips pursed as they held the hair pin between them. Â What was with the men around here being so stubborn? Â Gods know that if she had been gouged by a big bird or poisoned by a giant frog, she would not be up and running around after everyone else. Â
She herself looked exhausted, ready to pass out at any moment. Â But her fire-lit turquoise eyes were peeled waiting for the chance to get up and lend a hand at something.
