backscene: How Do You Feel? Who: Thais Keigwin, Ashya Devar Where: Somewhere in the Bannorn, on the way to Amaranthine When: 9:45 Dragon; Eluviesta. Same setting as Crossroads. Summary: Thais and Ashya have an ‘in-tent’ experience during Crossroads. Rating: T for Teen.
The fire crackled in the background. There were voices chatting about the camp. Thais listened absently to the conversations, trying to pick up on little tidbits the best she could from the inside of her tent. She ran her fingers in her hair trying to separate some tangles. Pulling out a small moss-covered bit of wood, a disgusted expression appeared on her features. She threw the twig off to the side. The woman was sitting on her bedroll. Laying beside her was her staff, a small bag and a couple crackers. She had taken off her shoes and rolled up the bottom of her robe so the muddy edge wouldn’t brush up against her blankets.
Pulling at a particularly nasty tangle, Thais muttered a couple curses under her breath. Her face was flushed from the effort she was putting into her hair. Finally, she set her hands down upon her lap. She had to take a break. A few curls fell in front of her face. She blew at them, the soft breath causing the strands to float before landing back where they were. She stared up at the tent’s ceiling. It was a fairly small tent considering that she was sharing it. The other mage she was sharing with, Ashya, Thais hoped the girl wouldn’t snore. For a bit, Thais had hoped that perhaps she would be sharing a tent with the other older mage, but apparently that wasn’t considered appropriate.
She glanced at the tent flap, staring at the slimmer of firelight that snuck into the dim darkness. At least the tent was sturdy. Thais had been successful in delegating the task to Aurin. It had only taken a couple pleases and fluttering of eyelashes before the templar agreed. Thais figured it was best that way, after all she had no experience in putting up tents. Someone would have had to help her eventually.
Thais yawned lightly. She placed her fingers on her bare feet. Rubbing her hands against her cold feet, she kept her ears perked. There wasn’t a lot going on, but occasionally a change in tone would occur in a conversation and bring her attention back to listening. Most of the party had gone to bed to be well rested for the morning. The templars of course were awake, making sure none of the mages tried to make a run for it.