[.}food, food, everywhere...{.][SE][Day 3]
Jun 17, 2010 15:37:08 GMT -5
Post by WT on Jun 17, 2010 15:37:08 GMT -5
((OOC- Uhg. Why are all my Aranica posts the past few days made of so much fail?))
... but not a bite to eat.
"Come on, please burn..."
"Working on it, little rock." The wood sounded frustrated, but not at her- more like it was trying to burn and having trouble.
"Don't mind them. They aren't mad at you," the rock said in confirmation of her thoughts. "Making fire really is quite difficult."
In her life, Aranica had always found that two things helped ease agitation: talking to friends and routine tasks. She utilized both strategies now. Fire-making was something that was easy, but that commanded her attention, and what little thought was left over she poured into talking to her acorn-shaped rock and the firewood. Between the two, she couldn't really think about the crisis her alliance was facing.
"I know. I'm sorry. It's not easy on this end, either." Aranica twisted the two sticks she was using harder, and wondered if maybe she should use the matches. But no- she knew how to do this, and she'd rather save the matches. "Thank you for letting me take you from your trees, by the way," she added sympathetically. "I know it probably hurt." She didn't much like being away from her home, herself- and she didn't even have to be physically removed from anyone to be here. She tried to imagine how painful it would be to be conjoined to another person and then separated, and couldn't.
The tinder flared abruptly, with cries of excitement (and one "Eeee, that tickles!") from the wood. Aranica sat back, breath held and fingers crossed. The flames sputtered, fell, and then caught the kindling, which crackled and then burst upward to the larger logs. Ara punched the air. "Thank you, wood!" She would hug it, but she didn't really want to catch fire; firewood enjoyed it, but she doubted she (or her clothes) would be nearly so happy about it.
"Got it, everyone!" Their water bottles were tied alone a length of rope from the Cornucopia; she tied it up as planned, and the bottles clinked against each other over the fire. "One fire bundle down, lots of water up. Now we just wait."
Unfortunately, this now meant Ara wasn't having her thought taken up by fire-making. Her mind, as it had been doing for the past several hours, reviewed the problems they were facing without her permission. She and Dru were still injured from yesterday, particularly her; making the fire had hurt her sore arms, in fact, and she rubbed them with a grimace. They were surrounded by food, but none of them knew how to trap it- and it was all meat, anyway, because she had looked but she couldn't find any edible plants. As far as she knew, they had no clue where to go now (it was useless going back to the last island, the one on the other side of it hadn't looked real inviting, and the next one was gone), and no idea when they'd have food.
She sighed and shook her head. Pessimism wasn't like her, and she wasn't going to let the Games change that. Her alliance had water now, and they had each other. They were all smart; they'd figure something out. Maybe they could get over the island that used to be on the other side of the island that was now gone. On top of that, even though there had been five more deaths (poor tributes!), Nachele hadn't been on the list last night; her friend was still out there.
Her own alliance came first right now, though. Aranica dragged her mind back to the present- to them. She had kind of gotten lost in her own world while fire-making, and wasn't entirely sure what was going on. She looked from person to person, trying to judge what was happening. It was hard, though- she hadn't really had much chance to practice atmosphere-reading in her life.
Maybe she should just pay attention to what was being said. Yes, that sounded like a good idea.
... but not a bite to eat.
"Come on, please burn..."
"Working on it, little rock." The wood sounded frustrated, but not at her- more like it was trying to burn and having trouble.
"Don't mind them. They aren't mad at you," the rock said in confirmation of her thoughts. "Making fire really is quite difficult."
In her life, Aranica had always found that two things helped ease agitation: talking to friends and routine tasks. She utilized both strategies now. Fire-making was something that was easy, but that commanded her attention, and what little thought was left over she poured into talking to her acorn-shaped rock and the firewood. Between the two, she couldn't really think about the crisis her alliance was facing.
"I know. I'm sorry. It's not easy on this end, either." Aranica twisted the two sticks she was using harder, and wondered if maybe she should use the matches. But no- she knew how to do this, and she'd rather save the matches. "Thank you for letting me take you from your trees, by the way," she added sympathetically. "I know it probably hurt." She didn't much like being away from her home, herself- and she didn't even have to be physically removed from anyone to be here. She tried to imagine how painful it would be to be conjoined to another person and then separated, and couldn't.
The tinder flared abruptly, with cries of excitement (and one "Eeee, that tickles!") from the wood. Aranica sat back, breath held and fingers crossed. The flames sputtered, fell, and then caught the kindling, which crackled and then burst upward to the larger logs. Ara punched the air. "Thank you, wood!" She would hug it, but she didn't really want to catch fire; firewood enjoyed it, but she doubted she (or her clothes) would be nearly so happy about it.
"Got it, everyone!" Their water bottles were tied alone a length of rope from the Cornucopia; she tied it up as planned, and the bottles clinked against each other over the fire. "One fire bundle down, lots of water up. Now we just wait."
Unfortunately, this now meant Ara wasn't having her thought taken up by fire-making. Her mind, as it had been doing for the past several hours, reviewed the problems they were facing without her permission. She and Dru were still injured from yesterday, particularly her; making the fire had hurt her sore arms, in fact, and she rubbed them with a grimace. They were surrounded by food, but none of them knew how to trap it- and it was all meat, anyway, because she had looked but she couldn't find any edible plants. As far as she knew, they had no clue where to go now (it was useless going back to the last island, the one on the other side of it hadn't looked real inviting, and the next one was gone), and no idea when they'd have food.
She sighed and shook her head. Pessimism wasn't like her, and she wasn't going to let the Games change that. Her alliance had water now, and they had each other. They were all smart; they'd figure something out. Maybe they could get over the island that used to be on the other side of the island that was now gone. On top of that, even though there had been five more deaths (poor tributes!), Nachele hadn't been on the list last night; her friend was still out there.
Her own alliance came first right now, though. Aranica dragged her mind back to the present- to them. She had kind of gotten lost in her own world while fire-making, and wasn't entirely sure what was going on. She looked from person to person, trying to judge what was happening. It was hard, though- she hadn't really had much chance to practice atmosphere-reading in her life.
Maybe she should just pay attention to what was being said. Yes, that sounded like a good idea.