All Kinds Of Duty Who: Aaron and Thorne When: Early, as breakfast is cooking Where: Beside the cookfire at camp What: The enaction of various duties, assigned and percieved. Rating: TBD, most likely G
Aaron sighed as he settled himself next to the fire, pulling the wiggling woven grass basket toward himself. All around him, the camp was coming awake and everyone was making themselves ready for the day. His fellow lumberjacks exited lean-tos and rolled out from under the carts. He saw Coop, barely conscious, urged over into the shadow of Delilah's lean-to by a rather gentle handed Adnan. They'd need the cart she had been sleeping under. He had to smile as his crew leader carefully repositioned her and she obvious fell back asleep immediately. Must be nice to sleep that deep, he thought to himself in a grumbly mutter. He himself had no such luck. His charges were loud enough to wake him up every few hours for their feeding.
He'd woken early and procured a bowl of fresh goats milk. Lucien and Nef had told him he could help himself and he managed to milk Lucy the goat without too much fuss. She tended to bite and obstinately sidle away but she was getting used to him now, Aaron supposed. With one bowl of milk and one bowl of slightly warmed water he'd left sitting by the fire, he settled in to tend to his own morning duty. Feed the kittens and give them a bath. Reaching in to the basket he pulled out one of the two smokey blue grey kittens. It mewed and blinked it's huge eyes up at him and he started. Their eyes were open! That was new. Giving it an affectionate rub he tipped it over to get a look at which one it was. Female, he could tell, and with a spot of orange on it's back flank. "I'm gonna have to come up with names for you guys soon," he told her conversationally as he dipped a corner of his hoodie in the waiting bowl of milk and offered it to her to suck on. This was slow business and it's why he had to wake up so much earlier than the others.