"Heh, I don't know if it'll last that long, but we're [i]definitely[/i] eating tonight!" Ethan exclaimed as he came ashore, hoisting the fish up like some trophy. It hadn't been easy and he was soaked for the endeavor, but knowing they would be going to sleep tonight with a belly full of fish made it all worthwhile. Using a flat stone he'd found he began working on carving up the fish, setting aside any waste for Wyth to enjoy as a meal. With the filets successfully prepared he then skewered each on a stick and placed them over the fire, letting them roast as he washed up in the river. He could already taste the food, his mouth watering as he rejoined the others around the fire, inspecting the fish before deciding it had cooked enough. "Time to eat!" 

Dividing out the servings of food everyone gathered around the fire, even Nymira who seemed reluctant to even so much as associate with them earlier. The fish was plain yet tender, perfect for a quick dinner to fuel them for the day ahead. "Old Dan, huh? Sounds like he must be a really great fisherman!" Ethan said as he bit into his meal, trying not to inhale it, hungry as he was. "Maybe I can meet him at some point too! I really just got lucky with that fish, it was stuck in between some rocks so grabbing it was easy. I'm sure he could show me a thing or two!" It would be neat to meet some people from Amuné's home village, he'd love to see where she'd come from. Hopefully when and if they did visit her parents would be along as well.

"Is that so...? Well then nevermind, I suppose you wouldn't know," Nymira said with a shrug, moving to join the others for their meal. Cecil was not wholly alone in that regard, this would be her first time traveling with a group not specifically tailored to watch over her. These three would suffice for what she was here for, but if she were on any more dangerous a task she wouldn't dream of accepting them; an idiot savant, a child and a Machina with a case of amnesia, hardly the type of team to instill a sense of security. As the others chatted idly during the meal she sat in relative silence, only occasionally glancing up at them to see what they were discussing and listening in to what was being said. Being the first through with her meal as well she retired to the tent before the others, only sparing a faint goodnight to everyone in the process. There was much more traveling to be done in the days ahead, best to get as much sleep now as they could.

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Nymira had slept for a good while despite the accommodations, having passed out promptly after lying down and remaining out for several hours. It would have been a wonderful rest were it not interrupted midway through the evening by shrieks, shrieks which seemed to be coming from Amuné for some reason. Waking quickly to the screams one of her hands shot down to the dagger strapped on her calf, expecting to find an intruder inside of the tent. No one unwarranted was there though, just herself, Amuné and a confused looking Ethan who'd woken from his slumber as well. Looking at the Ydran girl pitifully she released her weapon and reached out, placing her arms around the little child's frame and pulling her in for a hug. "There there little one, there's nothing here to hurt you, you're safe," Nymira said gently, assuming that Amuné had a nightmare which brought about this fit. 

Well that had been unexpected, and had she said something about her dad? Rubbing his eyes blearily, Ethan watched as Nymira tried to comfort Amuné, wondering if she might have been dreaming about leaving home. For someone her age that couldn't have been easy to do, and the more time spent around the girl the more he got the idea it hadn't been what she'd wanted to do. Sliding over to be closer he smiled sympathetically, reaching out and placing a hand on Amuné's back to try and comfort her as well. "Your dad's going to be fine, he was with your mom, remember? I bet wherever they are now he's resting up, just waiting to see you. And we'll see them, right? Because we're going to find them soon enough!" If they were going to be anywhere then it was probably out here, closer to the big towns and cities. That was the hope at least, Ethan couldn't imagine what might happen if they never found Amuné's parents. In fact, he refused to imagine that scenario.

With all the commotion going on inside the tent the group might be unaware of the development taking place outside. From the shadowy depths of the river rose a figure of short standing, donned in an [url=http://hd.shijue.cvidea.cn/tf/130208/2267163/52ac77ba3dfae9a4ef000005.jpg]ornate headdress[/url] and naught else. In their right hand a twisted staff, slimy to the touch and turned a sickly green color from being submerged in water for so long. Spotting the camp along the shore the Varuna smiled toothlessly, extending the staff outward in its direction and letting out a low, hissing laughter. "Fooooound yooooou..." it sang, the head of the staff glowing with a dark purple hue. Two orbs of magic were shot forth and into the water, causing the spots which they submerged to begin bubbling up, the liquid around it turning an off color as a result. From those two spots rose two skeletons, then enveloped in a mucous liquid to give them some semblance of humans, albeit humans which reeked of death and decay. "Go, my children. Bring me their headsssss...!" Emitting something akin to a screech in response, the two abominations began to drift across the top of the water, descending directly upon the camp.