Aello's teeth chattered, as she ran her hand over Nex's fur. Running her fingers through the thick black hairs, scratching him behind the ears as tendrils of silver escaped her lips. "We have to do something... about this petching... relentless... biting cold," Aello whispered, as she gave Nex one final, loving scratch, before gently lifting his snout away from her, and easing herself onto her feet. Her bones creaked as she moved. Her muscles ached. Everything felt tight. Frozen, and so unwilling to move. Almost incapable.
The aurist rubbed her hands together frantically, trying to warm them up as she crossed the room to the table. She raised her hands to her lips, blew into them. Warm breath swirling against her palms as she clapped them together, and kept on running. "We'll have to start a fire Nex," Aello whispered, as she pulled her dress off the table, now long dry, if not somewhat cold, courtesy of the weather, and stuffed it into her bag. From there, she rummaged around in her bag until she found a few more slices of dried apple, and plopped them into her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, she hoped it'd help warm her up even as she searched for her tindertwig, forcing it into her pocket when it was found.
As soon as she had finished, Aello put her bag on the ground, and circled the table with her trembling hands. They felt so numb, as they turned purple about the edges. As she tipped the table over it, so its legs threatened to ram into her side. Forcefully, frantically, she twirled the upper wooden legs away from the table. Tore them from where they once rested, and tossed them onto the ground. Huffing, strangely satisfied with herself, the aurist went after them, picking one leg up first, and slamming it against the floor until it broke. Until it splintered into several pieces. Jagged, dark edges of wood crawled across the floor, trying to get away as she forcefully beat the other leg.
When she was done, Aello tossed the leg and stared at Nex. Her dark eyes flashing as her chest rose and fell rapidly. "We need a fire... try not to get too close," she warned, as she went around the room, gathering the larger and smaller edges up. She placed them in two, small separate piles by the side of the fireplace. As soon as she had finished, she knelt down by the side of the fire and stacked the larger shards into an immensely lopsided teepee. She then placed the small ones, which would serve as kindling at its base.
This should do, Aello thought, as she pulled her tindertwig out, and with trembling hands, tried to draw it across one of the spare pieces of wood. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, with her chattering teeth, and shivering limbs, she consistently missed her mark. "Petch," she muttered, as she closed her eyes and imagined what it was like to be warm. To be standing outside in the sun. Gold lining one's skin. The tingling sensation of the rays crawling up your spine, as it let its warmth sink in. As it grew to such an intensity, that you began to sweat. Aello imagined that sensation, the warmth of the sun, sinking into her hands. Crawling up the length of her arms, to her shoulders. Slowly, winding its way upwards, to her neck. Her head, the line of her hair. She imagined a shield locking in the heat. Keeping the cold at bay.
Over time, as she concentrated, the trembling seemed to die down, causing Aello to open her eyes, and glance down at the wood, and the tindertwig. Swiftly, before she had a chance to break her concentration, and destroy the shield, Aello struck the twig like a match. She drew its end up against the wood. The splinter. Over and over again, until it sparked. Crackling red fireflies dancing towards the fire pit, over and over again, for a few chimes. Flying, until they caught on the kindling. Sending up a small tendril of smoke as the wood darkened. As the shavings curled. As the fire began to crackle, and then roar, as it grew.
Smiling, Aello tossed the last wooden shard into the fire, before putting the tindertwig away. She placed her hands on her knees, and then, gently eased herself onto her feet. She could feel the shield fading away. Her hands growing cold again. As though she had just immersed herself in a vat of soulmist. "It's not much Nex, but it should help," she commented, as she turned back around the table, and pushed it closer to the fire. Turned it on an angle, towards the window and the door, in the hopes that it could serve as a barrier, helping to ward away the cooler winds that may seek to trickle inside.
Grunting, Aello pulled her bag off the floor, and walked back around the table. She plopped her bag down, and then sat next to it. Her back resting against the remnants of the wood. "Come Nex, we should be warmer now, if we huddle close together... just like before..." |