scene: short girl tent Who: Signy Dagna, Ashya Devar Where: Camp, somewhere between Amaranthine and Kinloch Hold. When: 16 Molioris, bed time. Summary: Ashya and Signy are sharing a tent. This is sort of like a slumber party. Kinda. Rating: G? Then again. Slumber party.
Signy did not particularly look forward to sleeping on the ground again—when they had arrived at Amaranthine she had been overjoyed to be returned to simple, everyday comforts like pillows and mattresses, and now they were consigned to the cold, hard ground again. And so soon!
There was a small part of her brain that was even now occupied in whining about how it just wasn't fair, no matter how many times she told it that there were far worse and far more unfair things in the world. Far worse and far more unfair things that she had seen, even: exile, all the death and loss in the Joining, the... the dreams of the Blight that seemed to be getting clearer and worse instead of better, so far.
She was sitting outside her tent, one of the ones she had helped stand up, earlier in the evening, before dinner and all that to-do; the tents weren't excessively large, and she was trying to decide if she should try and fit all the things from her pack into the interior, or just pick and choose important things. Nobody would steal... oh, but what if it did that wet thing, that raining thing, again? It might at any moment, for all Signy knew. And then all her clothing would be sodden, and, eugh. She stood, pulling the pack upwards, decision made. She'd just have to scrunch up a bit; it would be fine. Besides, these tents were meant for humans, so being a dwarf, she should have some space to spare. Right?
As she stood, she glanced around, looking for her supposed-to-be tentmate.