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A beautiful roaring scream, of joy and sorrow so extreme...

An amused smile brightens up her mocha skin. Gypsies carry all of their records through song and lore, stored only in their minds and passed on through generations. The idea that they would have anything written down was truly worth a round of mead and a few giggles.

"I'll see what I can do." She murmurs to him through her smile. "But I can't promise anything on parchment. Between the stars and what is in here, I can get you anywhere." Tapping her finger to her temple gently, she gives him a wink. "I'll go find Eva then. Oh and which tent was ours...?"

There is a love in me raging. A joyous, magical feeling...

Heron's face brightens up, "You really think so? Alright then, as a side task I will..." Heron stops for a bit, remembering that the Kae'dryn is probably watching him, "...work on my narcolepsy so that I may better listen to our Kae'dryn. Because I didn't come here just to find a girlfriend."

He takes the candied yams and stores them, "But first we have a task to complete, and we still haven't eaten."

Chestnut eyes blink, her tummy as if on que suddenly letting loose a soft "murrr". Pale fingers brush over her bare midriff. "Aw... you had to go and mention food. You know I don't get hungry until actually start talking about it!" She whines softly, her eyes noticing for the first time that they are surrounded be foodstuffs. "Or, you know, if you are cooking something that smells really yummy..."

She looks down at the last food carton to put away. "The Kae'dryn wouldn't starve us. She probably wanted us to put all of these things away so that we would know our way around the kitchen..?"

I am a leaf on the wind...

Never mistake tears for sadness...
A faint smile fights its way across her features, the small joys in life winning out over her long-held worries.

"Ah, elbow room! The gods seem to be smiling on me today. That is unless you're a snorer?"

Eva cast a suspicious glance at the woman then grinned. Pulling her quiver off her shoulder, she rolled both shoulders back then replaced the quiver, this time with the bow. The case had two leather straps to hold the unstrung bow when she had no immediate use for it though she rarely used them. This was more a show of confidence in her own safety though it also left her hands free for her knife and dagger. She was not skilled at weilding such weapons but they were a momentary defense until she could flee to a higher perch and pick of enemies from there.

"So what happy circumstance found us left with an extra tent? They seem rather full up to me."

She cast another cursory glance around the camp though she had already seen all she needed to.

...that will only bring you grief.

"I wonder if we will be doing most of the cooking. Isn't that usually the way it goes with junior apprentices?" She ponders curiously. "They do the undesirable chores, the cooking, things like that? I remember when Donovan got his apprenticeship, he complained very bitterly about mopping floors and picking the weevils out of flour." She giggles, remembering her friend's sour face at the mention of bugs. "That master of his sure did cure the pretty boy in him."

Suddenly, Nae Nae's face brightens. "Oh! I've just had an idea! What if we take our own initiative?" She asks him excitedly. "We could make supper for everyone. Something nice. We know where almost everything is now. What we don't, I'm sure we could find. That would surely make a good impression!"

I am a leaf on the wind...

"Make supper, huh? I suppose there is no harm in giving that a shot. I doubt I can destroy any more of the Kae'dryn's property with a few cooking utensils. I hope you don't mind if I let you do most of the thinking on this, you know how terrible I am about trying to do anything culinary."

Heron's mind plays back to a time when he and Naelonni were helping their mother to make some kind of desert. They were much younger and were having great fun. That is until Heron thought he'd be a super helper and add more ingredients to it when no one else was watching him. Needless to say it didn't turn out as well as planned. Naelonni got very sick and their mother forbade him from doing any form of cooking in the house.

"I mean who would've thought that adding vinegar. honey, pepper, garlic, and syrup would've made you as sick as it did."

Never mistake tears for sadness...
Eva chuckled softly, imagining Tali had given the poor captain more than he had bargained for. He seemed an intelligent person if a bit naive. Surprising that he ranked so high. Perhaps it was merely life experience he lacked and not battle experience. It was an interesting thought in and of itself. That sort of innocence was usually lost simultaneously. Falling in step with Tali, she continues to assess the camp. They seemed an industrious lot with nary a man sitting down to relax for even a moment. If not carrying wood to the many fires than rubbing down a mount or sharpening a blade. The momentum seemed to be slowing down for the night but more towards rest than relaxation. They had retained their discipline well over these long years in the wilderness with no true place to call home.

She sighs quietly at Tali's question, some similar question simmering in the back of her mind. She liked the quick wit after such a long time of blank stares or worse. It was refreshing but it was also dangerous. Smiling thinly, she drops her pack near the entrance of the tent.

"I think I'll live. You probably aren't even contagious. In any case, I worry more for--what was it you called him? 'Masterful Sir of Glorious Speeches'? He does not have my advantage of age and wisdom."

She laughs at that, shedding the thick cloak and more or less plopping down on the bed. It was a nice change after straw mats and hard ground.

...that will only bring you grief.