The scent of spices gently rolled in a steam that escaped the kitchen caravan through the makeshift chimney and the open door. Bandaged fingers propped up a window to allow the scent to spread within the small troupe, beads of sweat slowly rolling down a pale face. Djorji- or Drina, as his mother used to call him- raised a hand to wipe at his chin, his tucked in shirt sticking to his sweating stomach. He'd been awake for a while now, partially because he made breakfast and partially because he couldn't sleep alone, spending a total of two hours of sleep combined. "Hot," hissed Drina at his throbbing hands as hints of steam sneaked their way past the bandages and stung at his fingers. He hadn't soaked them since yesterday, but they still stung bad. 

Gingerly taking hold of a ladle, Drina dipped into the light soup, taking a small sip. It warmed the stomach and refreshed the heart, a perfect wake up remedy from a long night- or shot night's- sleep. Stirring the soup once more, Drina grabbed a few bowls with his other hand, expertly filling each with a substantial amount. Not too much and not too little, given that some members had the habit of not finishing their meal and it was such a waste to keep up with that sort of deal. Pushing back long hair behind his pink tinted ears, the slender male resting the filled bowls by the steps leading to his caravan, knowing that anyone who desired could simply pick it up and go along their way.

As Drina stretched his weary arms he fought back a yawn, sadly muttering to himself on why he'd turned down Azga's offer to join him last night. He placed a lid over the simmering breakfast, knowing full well why he didn't go. "Damned broads," were the only things to leave his pink lips as his hands rose to redo his collapsing ponytail. Hay blonde hair stuck to his sweaty neck, cool air sending shivers down Drina's spine as he tugged them away. His eyes caught familiar blonde locks from out the window, and they subconsciously followed them until there were two people in sight. The blacksmith girl.

"..." a small silence spread throughout the lonesome caravan spare the sound of bubbling steam and occasional creaking. As though tryin to change the subject of a conversation that wasn't happening, Drina sighed out loud, "I should have sneaked into someone else's bed last night."