09-28-2017, 05:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-28-2017, 07:06 AM by Salamander.)
Crim said nothing, glancing at the cave entrance, then back at the wasp. She stood silently, releasing him from her grip. She stared down at him a few moments longer, before fixing her mask and returning to her place by the dead fire. Well, he wasn't here to loot, so that was good. Still, she wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation. She certainly hadn't been expecting company. The wood she had gathered was dry enough by now, so she got to work on lighting a fire. It took her a few tries, thanks to her only using one hand, but she managed to get a decent flame going. Red sparks filled the air as the grotto began to warm. Once satisfied with the fire, Crim rose once more and moved over to the lichen beds. She rummaged through a pile of dead moss in the corner, pulling out an old, beat up kettle. She walked past the wasp and to the cave mouth, disappearing for a moment, before coming back with the kettle full of snow. She set it up over the fire, and reached into her bag for a cloth wrapped parcel. As the kettle began to steam, she unwrapped what appeared to be colorful, dried mushrooms. These she dropped into the kettle, which began to emit a strange aroma. Only then did she look back at Vespa. "Tea?"