When you watch the stars, what do you see?

Samantha Jarret · 10-22-2011, 08:42 AM

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Samantha crouched by the small fire, carefully nursing the flames. It was a small roadside fire.Letting them flicker and dance, her back to the wind. Soon she would head back to Anathema, to visit Rain Marks. Today was just a simple camp out. She wanted some fresh air and sunlight. The moon was crescent against the morning sky. The ivory woman sure appreciated the cool air. She stood up and stretched her legs, and scoured the ground for dry wood or dry moss. She had to keep her fire alive. She found a few pieces, some good sized logs too. She carried them under her arm and went back to feeding her miniature inferno. She hated fires. As much as she needed them, she completely loathed the colorful sources of warmth. Her whole family had perished in a fire a year ago. On the night of her coming of age ceremony. Samantha sighed, and took a knife from the sheath on her leg. Rain had made her a knife holder, it fashioned to her upper leg and was completely accessible. The young woman pulled a rabbit from a skin bag and with a few quick flicks of her wrist, the creature became hairless. She put the skin aside, she could make it into something later. Sam cut the meat from its bones and put it in the little iron pot she had found a long time ago. She added some water and dried herbs. It would make an okay soup later. She turned and sat on the nearest boulder. The soup would be cooking for a long time, as her fire was rather small. She kind of wished Rain had come along with her, but he had a lot to do.

Samantha had left her otter companion in Anathema, the little creature enjoyed the caves and liked being around Rain. Plus carrying the growing otter had become tiring. But she still was lonely. Her eyes flickered to the trees every so often. If something were to attack her, all she had was the knife at her thigh to defend herself. The lass hated feeling vulnerable, but right now she really was. She started to sing in a quiet voice to herself, she had earned the specialized rank in Ichika no Ho-en of Chika. She was a musician. But she had to move to Anathema. She brought her knees up to her chin, and wrapped her arms around her knees. Yes she was bored, but what could she do to help that? Her storm-cloud tipped tail flickered back and forth placidly. She got up and went back to the soup (which was now a stew) and decided that it was almost ready.

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