When she woke, it was an odd feeling. It was such an odd feeling that she had to correct the moment by pressing something familiar between her lips. Berry-flavored smoke flooded her mouth and twirled out of the down turned corners. She stood from her awkward crouch below the shelves made from her own gouging of the dirt. They were starting to collect bottles and bags and boxes; flaunting bright colors in transparent places. Nimble fingers picked up a jar, fuzzy with some kind of memory of last light, and placed it in the wall.
Lana padded to the edge of the cave – her cave – and watched the morning spill into the night. It was still early, but the sunrise had saturated itself in the dark sky and produced a purple-blue. The woman breathed out a navy haze that mingled with the fog of the cold daybreak. She twisted her cigarette between her fingers before going back into the darkness of the shelter only to return with her bag. Lana knew she had somewhere to be, however much the sleep had taken from her.
It wasn’t something she openly bragged about. In fact, it was hardly a topic the woman desired to weave into conversations. She just didn’t need to sleep. Of course, that was impossible considering the outcome of last night. More so the healer preferred not to sleep. Dozing brought an uncomfortable blur to her usual sharpness. Such a dulled edge that was similar to her blue tipped cigarettes which, ironically, made her drowsy as well. However, there were times she could afford to take a step out of the world for a moment. But this morning was not one of those times so Lana tossed the incentive and walked out to meet the Auxiliary.
The cave she had found refuge in was centered generally in the middle of the territory but it was still a bit of a walk to get to any major landmarks. She didn’t mind travelling, having done it for the majority of her years, but especially the solitude and quiet of her location. Cas had caught up to her when Lana found herself at the edge of another subsection in the land. The lynx flashed a freshly cleaned pelt and awarded the healer with a set of mice. Lana set one away for herself later, but kept the other in her grasp.
Eris’s dark and slim figure stood out against the pale sky long before the woman and her companion came within detail-distance. She had her daughter close at flank. Lana smirked, her natural expression that hid away her thoughts and feelings. The woman wasn’t particularly cruel, but she had more than just a single dark streak. As she approached, Cas lurked behind her, the feline arching in a cynically curious position. Lana stopped comfortably close to her authority.
“Ciao,”
The healer greeted before displaying her companion’s generous catch. Cas looked at her skeptically, but silently understood that however bitter Lana was, she wasn’t disrespectful.
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