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Calaethis Dragonsbane · 04-23-2006, 11:19 PM

When the others awoke Isokla was nowhere in sight. Her bedroll was gone as was her pack and there was no trace she had ever been there.

It was not hard to miss her; she was slight in build and unobtrusive, so even when she took the centre-light. She preferred it that way – or at least, she liked to believe she was unobtrusive.

It was when Detheriel was ‘disposing’ of Nivram’s bottle and threatening to run him through that Isokla emerged. She was wearing her sandals, dress and had a towel in hand. Seating herself at the edge of the camp on a tree-stump, she hummed softly to herself as she towelled her damp hair dry. Dripping wet it seemed that she had taken a dip while the rest of the party were sleeping…

Putting the damp towel to one side, she began to brush her silvery hair, combing it in long strides. It was longer than it first appeared and almost reached her waist. Laying aside her brush, the young woman began to braid it into a single, long plait.

While she was tending to her hair, the girl watched Detheriel with ever narrowing eyes. While she said nothing, at the other side of the camp, she did not like the way he seemed to be treating Nivram. Moreover, she did not like the way Nivram responded – or not, as the case may be. It was unclear if she had seen his bottle before she had got up – but judging from her lack of reaction, probably not.

~~~

Given that the others were still waking up, Isokla took it upon herself to make breakfast – and over the embers of the campfire, stirred back into life and a fresh log added, she prepared a bowl of porridge using her iron pot. Serving it onto large green leaves; she prepared enough for all of them – but only a portion each. With it, she boiled the salted, filleted fish left over from last night.

Once Detheriel had finished with Nivram; Isokla was just about done with the porridge. Calling over to him & Telryn, she asked “Would you two boys like to come and break fast with me?” Isokla gifted each of them with a warm smile; almost as warm as the sun’s first rays entering from the east. The dawn was especially pretty this morning with a palette of pink, orange and purple hues accompanying the blood red of the rising sun.

04-23-2006, 11:19 PM	#32
Calaethis Dragonsbane Legion Symbol Join Date: May 29, 2002 Location: Somewhere in between Age: 40 Posts: 7,029	When the others awoke Isokla was nowhere in sight. Her bedroll was gone as was her pack and there was no trace she had ever been there. It was not hard to miss her; she was slight in build and unobtrusive, so even when she took the centre-light. She preferred it that way – or at least, she liked to believe she was unobtrusive. It was when Detheriel was ‘disposing’ of Nivram’s bottle and threatening to run him through that Isokla emerged. She was wearing her sandals, dress and had a towel in hand. Seating herself at the edge of the camp on a tree-stump, she hummed softly to herself as she towelled her damp hair dry. Dripping wet it seemed that she had taken a dip while the rest of the party were sleeping… Putting the damp towel to one side, she began to brush her silvery hair, combing it in long strides. It was longer than it first appeared and almost reached her waist. Laying aside her brush, the young woman began to braid it into a single, long plait. While she was tending to her hair, the girl watched Detheriel with ever narrowing eyes. While she said nothing, at the other side of the camp, she did not like the way he seemed to be treating Nivram. Moreover, she did not like the way Nivram responded – or not, as the case may be. It was unclear if she had seen his bottle before she had got up – but judging from her lack of reaction, probably not. ~~~ Given that the others were still waking up, Isokla took it upon herself to make breakfast – and over the embers of the campfire, stirred back into life and a fresh log added, she prepared a bowl of porridge using her iron pot. Serving it onto large green leaves; she prepared enough for all of them – but only a portion each. With it, she boiled the salted, filleted fish left over from last night. Once Detheriel had finished with Nivram; Isokla was just about done with the porridge. Calling over to him & Telryn, she asked “Would you two boys like to come and break fast with me?” Isokla gifted each of them with a warm smile; almost as warm as the sun’s first rays entering from the east. The dawn was especially pretty this morning with a palette of pink, orange and purple hues accompanying the blood red of the rising sun.