08-24-2008, 08:15 PM
Okay, fade-out here now. It seems more like a zone-out than a fade-out, though, heh.
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She took the make-shift skewer from him, holding it limply while waiting for it to cool off enough to dare eating. She shrugged at his comment, not caring in the least if it was burned. Over the months, both of them had eaten enough burnt meals to not really notice it anymore. After a few moments of waiting, she deemed it cool enough to eat and proceeded to do so. Strangely enough, the barest hint of an appetite gave her the focus to eat the entire fish; it was weird, because she hadn’t really been feeling the need to actually eat something since she had come down this sickness. Maybe it was letting up… or maybe some symptoms were being blocked out and her body was making room for some worse affliction. But Nikita was ever the pessimist, so who knew! Maybe she was actually getting better.
But she didn’t know what to think of how Laurel was doing. With all the time that he spent around the other sick wolves and her, there was no real reason in her mind why he wouldn’t get sick, unless he was magically immune or simply really damned lucky. She didn’t at all want him to come down with anything… but she hadn’t exactly helped that at all. She frowned, snapping the last bit of edible meat from the fish and tossing the stick and remains into the crackling fire. With nothing else to do, and not really wanting to go and walk around while she was sure she was getting more ill by the moment, she simply sat there in front of the fire. The heat didn’t bother her, as she had always been more cold-natured. She simply watched, in a strange, captivated fashion, as the sticks burned and sent ash, smoke, and sparks into the air. As the smoke wisped up and whirled off into the sky…
She took the make-shift skewer from him, holding it limply while waiting for it to cool off enough to dare eating. She shrugged at his comment, not caring in the least if it was burned. Over the months, both of them had eaten enough burnt meals to not really notice it anymore. After a few moments of waiting, she deemed it cool enough to eat and proceeded to do so. Strangely enough, the barest hint of an appetite gave her the focus to eat the entire fish; it was weird, because she hadn’t really been feeling the need to actually eat something since she had come down this sickness. Maybe it was letting up… or maybe some symptoms were being blocked out and her body was making room for some worse affliction. But Nikita was ever the pessimist, so who knew! Maybe she was actually getting better.
But she didn’t know what to think of how Laurel was doing. With all the time that he spent around the other sick wolves and her, there was no real reason in her mind why he wouldn’t get sick, unless he was magically immune or simply really damned lucky. She didn’t at all want him to come down with anything… but she hadn’t exactly helped that at all. She frowned, snapping the last bit of edible meat from the fish and tossing the stick and remains into the crackling fire. With nothing else to do, and not really wanting to go and walk around while she was sure she was getting more ill by the moment, she simply sat there in front of the fire. The heat didn’t bother her, as she had always been more cold-natured. She simply watched, in a strange, captivated fashion, as the sticks burned and sent ash, smoke, and sparks into the air. As the smoke wisped up and whirled off into the sky…