Making herself upright seemed to do a bit to straighten out Navisya's thoughts and clear her head, even if the daggers behind her eyes pressed a little harder. She had to pause momentarily to hold her eyes before she began to stand up. She left her groggy, half-dream state and braved a cold, uncomfortable reality as the fire was made closer. It was less pleasant, but at least Navisya felt a little further away from death. The warmth of the fire added padding to the compromise. Outside, half the sky had brightened, coloring the clouds purple on the edges as Syna began to bring out the dawn. She began to spill her luster over the rolling, jagged ridges of the Unforgiving, creating stark lines been light and shadow. Jutting rocks and monolithic evergreens sent shadows lancing a hundred feet or more. The glare of daylight would only grow more offensive as the hours passed, bringing more discomfort, but at least the sun would make the air a fraction warmer. She dug her claws into the fur of the cloak and held it closer to her body. Eventually they managed to fasten the clasp. The smaller Curare stiffened as her sister and Duvalyon came near, and only hesitantly made space for them. There was a flash of vulnerability across her young face, a mix of apprehension and worry, but it was soon smothered by badly feigned calm. Navisya gasped as the blanket fell on her, surprised by its weight as well as its warmth. If she had any complaints, they quickly melted away. She immediately wrapped the thing around her cheeks and shoulders. Handed an order, Aessila sent a burning glare at the medic. Still, she stood and approached Navisya, wrapping the blanket more securely around the hunter's form. "For my sister," she repeated, sniffing. "I don't care what Father says. I am not your petching servant girl." "Aessila…" Aessila pressed her mouth into a thin line, fashioning a makeshift hood out of the warm, smoke-scented blanket, pulling it over Navisya's head. "I'm going to get more wood if he's going to burn it all up at that rate." Evidently she was taking her duty very seriously. Or she wanted an excuse to keep her distance from both the Golem and the sister she had betrayed. She moved away then, ascending the rocks and making her way toward a small clutch of pine saplings, still within view. Navisya let out a slow, exaggerated sigh. For a moment she looked about to say something, but the whim dissipated and she closed her mouth. Her golden eyes sat one the flames silently, watching them lick up through the charred, skeletal pine branches. "Thank you," Navisya said finally. For the fire. For coming. For enduring her sister. She couldn't seem to look Duvalyon in the eye. "You came of your own accord, didn't you? Father isn't one to ask for help." As she paused, Aessila cursed from somewhere above. Something about pine needles. There was a flicker in Navisya's expression. "I doubt it's been pleasant for you. Ngh… could I ask for the water again?" Indeed, Duvalyon looked miserable. She wondered how badly he was regretting his involvement. Few Symenestra wore the outdoors well, and he was no exception. Somehow, campfire smoke seemed to know where it was least wanted, and attacked with fury. "I'm in your debt." That was inconvenient. "I couldn't even muster up the humility to apologize to you and now here you come running the moment I need help. It's very embarrassing." He had discouraged her from mentioning the party, but Navisya was not easily frightened. "You were so quick to accuse me of something vile. I thought the man I'd danced with was a lie." |