backscene: the comfort of a fire Who: Quintus Wulfric, Ashya Devar, Imenry Where: The Bannorn; At Group 1's Campsite When: 19/20 Molioris Summary: After being in one of her first real battles, Ashya is approached by Quintus in his attempt to comfort the mage.
He had slept more than he meant to. The man awoke to nothing in particular, his eyes slowly opening to survey the area. The campsite had dulled from the excitement before. The Chanter seemed to have been welcomed among the group, now people were either sleeping or preparing for the next day’s travels cause sleep would not come to them. A powerful yawn left him and he didn’t bother trying to cover it with a hand. Standing up, he picked up his pack and longbow.
Quintus began towards his tent. As he did, the flickering orange flames of the dying fire caught his attention. They were bright against the darkness of the night. His gaze went from the fire to a young girl sitting near it. She was alone. He was unsure if she had been alone long or if someone had just stepped away for the moment. Holding back a grimace that wanted to appear on his features, he moved closer. Going slow and steady so the girl wouldn’t be caught off-guard, he set his pack near her. He sat down beside her, bringing a knee up and resting his elbow upon it as he stared at the fire.
Quintus watched the fire. He stayed silent for a couple minutes before bringing a concerned gaze upon the mage. “Don’t feel like resting?” He asked in a soft tone. The man knew that the girl was probably still shaken from the battle before. He made a conscious effort not to make any swift motions or let his voice become loud.