[color=D6CC88][u][b]Campsite[/b][/u]

"Wow, look at the size of it!" Amuné enthused, dancing a circle around Ethan.  "I bet it'll last us a whole week!  Cecil, Cecil, look what Ethan caught!"  She grabbed her shoes and dashed over to the fire.  Wyth reappeared from the brush as the Muran started gutting the fish, summoned as if with magic by the prospect of a free meal.  If Ethan dared to hold them out for the moorcat, he took them daintily and retired to a spot on the edge of the campsite to eat.

Amuné watched the fish as it cooked, the flame reflecting in her eyes.  When it was ready she murmured a quick prayer over the food before digging in.  "Mm, it's good.  I didn't think you could catch something this big with just your hands, Ethan," the girl said.  "I bet even Old Dan would be impressed!"

With a full stomach, the child was growing drowsy.  She yawned.  "I'm gonna go to bed now, okay?" Amuné said before too long, getting to her feet.  "Good night, Ethan.  G'night Cecil, Nymira."  Wyth lifted his head and started to get up to follow, but his girl stopped him.  "No, Wyth, you stay out here."  She gave the moorcat a hug and a kiss before vanishing into the tent.

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[i]In the middle of the night[/i]


Amuné slept soundly for several hours before her dreams took a dark turn.  It was past midnight and on to the wee hours of the morning when she started whimpering softly.  The girl rolled over, her face scrunched up in a sad and frightened expression.  Her dream was replaying the events just before she'd had to flee her village, and as a result her sleep was far from easy.  This went on for several minutes before she jolted upright with a shriek. "Daddy!  Nooo!"

Disoriented and still breathing quickly, the girl looked at her unfamiliar surroundings in panic for a moment before she figured out where she was.  She was shaking, and her eyes filled with tears as she groped for the tent flap in response to a soft but concerned yowl from Wyth, standing outside the tent.[/color]