[color=c4df9b][b]Ettamri Bellarence[/b][/color][hr]

It felt like she was burning.

How was it that she, who had trained vigorously, could have felt so tired on this mere march? Twas not a distance of a forced march, nor was it particularly rigorous, but it seemed her body was... different. Even while she plowed easily though the snow, fatigue started to set in, an odd feeling of lethargy. 

But at least she was here now, by the fire, upon which a pot of stew was bubbling over. She too had opted to give a few pieces from her rations to the knight, for a bowl of the hot stew which she ate while facing away from the party. The bottle... well, the bottle was left discreetly near the fire to warm it up some.

It was not enough. It was not even her new, larger stature, for she had the feeling it was more her other side. Seeking to stave off that hunger, she took instead a piece of the hard packed and aptly named 'hardtack' from her rations. It was some sort of vile brick that was supposedly edible and could both be kept a long time and fill stomachs up. It felt like stone and tasted like wet paper. What she truly longed for was...

[color=c4df9b][i]"Ah the sweet smell of meat~"[/i][/color] The small red child danced in front of the fire, though it seemed she had grown a head taller since she remembered, the red horns upon her head now clearly visible through her black short hair. [i][color=c4df9b]"Ah, mother! Ah, father! I am hungry, please bring in the maids with food!"[/color][/i]

[i][color=c4df9b]"Hey~"[/color][/i] The child seemed to just appear in front of her. Ettamri had never truly noticed her eyes before, but they were black where the whites were supposed to be, with gold lenses that seemed to bore into her very soul. [i][color=c4df9b]"You know how you can just fill your stomach right now? All you have to do is reach out and-"[/color][/i]

Katya sat beside her just then, sending spikes of electricity running through her body. A low rumble from her stomach, as her arms flexed automatically, reaching towards Katya.

And brushed off the small blob of snow from the top of her head.

[color=c4df9b]"You're late."[/color] Ettamri spoke deliberately towards the two who just arrived, as she pulled out the bottle, pouring its now warm content into her bowl. [color=c4df9b]"Report."[/color]