Lorielle had just finished her gathering when the wind picked up. Â She could not get a good look at the state of the sky from inside of the tree. Â She tied the sleeves of her tunic together, making a makeshift bag full of large branches. Â She dropped the package below her, then hopped from the tree. Â She landed hard, balancing herself by pivoting weight onto the palms of her hands.
When she sat up, a small eft had just whipped passed her and squirmed away. Â She gasped, hopping back quickly to watch it disappear over a rock. Â She turned her head, seeing the clouds churn above, lightning occasionally streaking through them. Â The firewood would not be needed after all.
She grabbed the bag, running back to the camp where Tobias had been sitting. Â She dropped the tunic onto the ground, the wood audibly bumping around inside. Â She was going to say something to him, but rumbling thunder cut her short as the wind blew into her face like tiny needles. Â With that gust the fire was out, and with it, any warmth. Â Lorielle was beginning to regret using her tunic as a bag, but she didn't like the idea of sleeping in splinters.
Seeing Kieaira pushing things around in the caravan, Lorielle ran to her. Â She grabbed the side of the cart, picking herself up and over without disturbing the barrier she had made. Â She scooped up the five sleeping bags she had found before, handing one to Kieaira and one to Clavier. Â She knew not where they were sleeping, but knew Kieaira would need her own sleeping bag. Â She seriously doubted she would be comfortable enough to share with anyone.
She hopped back out, landing with a little less grace than usual. Â Carrying the remaining three sleeping bags back, she went into the tent. Â She set the three down, rolling them out and zipping them open. Â Once that was finished, she popped back out to see what everyone was doing, to be greeted by hurling wind scattering her hair again.
When she sat up, a small eft had just whipped passed her and squirmed away. Â She gasped, hopping back quickly to watch it disappear over a rock. Â She turned her head, seeing the clouds churn above, lightning occasionally streaking through them. Â The firewood would not be needed after all.
She grabbed the bag, running back to the camp where Tobias had been sitting. Â She dropped the tunic onto the ground, the wood audibly bumping around inside. Â She was going to say something to him, but rumbling thunder cut her short as the wind blew into her face like tiny needles. Â With that gust the fire was out, and with it, any warmth. Â Lorielle was beginning to regret using her tunic as a bag, but she didn't like the idea of sleeping in splinters.
Seeing Kieaira pushing things around in the caravan, Lorielle ran to her. Â She grabbed the side of the cart, picking herself up and over without disturbing the barrier she had made. Â She scooped up the five sleeping bags she had found before, handing one to Kieaira and one to Clavier. Â She knew not where they were sleeping, but knew Kieaira would need her own sleeping bag. Â She seriously doubted she would be comfortable enough to share with anyone.
She hopped back out, landing with a little less grace than usual. Â Carrying the remaining three sleeping bags back, she went into the tent. Â She set the three down, rolling them out and zipping them open. Â Once that was finished, she popped back out to see what everyone was doing, to be greeted by hurling wind scattering her hair again.
