•т н є•|•υ и ∂ є я g я σ υ и ∂•|•ω α я• (Crystal)

[CrimsonMoon]

She nods and begins opening the saddle packs on her old mare, having grown less skittish around the large beast," We can set up a camp off the road near the river," she reasons, pointingg through the trees and foliage to where the three rivers converged into a great falls and then one massive creek," But we should move away from the falls so we can hear approaching travelers,"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier nodded. Once their camps was set up, he settled down on top of the sleeping bag and watched the sky turn dark.

[CrimsonMoon]

Nyx peeled off her bandages, the wounds having healed nicely though two jagged scars ripped apart the silken skin of her forearms. She glances back at him before sinking into the shadows toward the great river

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier felt suddenly bare, being all alone, like he was naked or something. He was so used to having her at his side already.

[CrimsonMoon]

Nyx reappears shortly after and beams," Lets take a bath!" She squeaks childishly, clapping her hands together almost hopefully

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier stared at her for a second. "A bath?" he repeated dumbly.

[CrimsonMoon]

" A bath," she confirms, looking at him with a faintly confused smile,"... What's with that face? Haven't you ever taken a bath before?" She snickers, leaning down and pinching his nose softly. Her lips curving into a cat-like smile and grey eyes narrowing slightly," Don't worry, love, it will be totally platonic, just long enough to get clean, at least," she cackles, obviously mocking him

[CrimsonMoon]

Bump

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kell cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Maybe you ought to take yours first."

[CrimsonMoon]

She sighs and shakes her head," Fine... Fine- but you smell worse then the horses," Nyx was already walking away, giggling

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kell rolled his eyes, some of his discomfort sliding away after she left. He lay back in the grass, his eyes trained upward toward the stars. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so peaceful, and ironically he could be traveling toward his death.

[CrimsonMoon]

~TIME ❂ SKIP~

Several hours later, Nyx returns, in her hands were two large hares held by their large silken ears. She seemed to be much much less dusty and her hair flowed like water down her shoulders, held back loosely by a ragged strip of cloth. She places the hares carefully down across her legs as she sat down. She hummed a soft hymn-

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kell stared at her for a second, not at the hares she carried but at her figure in the moonlight. He cleared his throat and tore his eyes away and then stood up. "I'll be back," he said. He started toward the river, glancing over his shoulder at her as he went. He shook his head when she disappeared from sight. "Get it together, Kell," he muttered. When he reached the riverbank, he pulled off his clothing and then dipped his foot into the water. It was cold, of course, and he was definitely used to bathing in cold water, but he still had to take a deep breath before plunging into the freezing water.

[CrimsonMoon]

Even at a distance, a soft glow of the fire that had sprang up like magic from her fingers glowed through the foliage. The loud snaps of sparks rising from the low murmur of the fast moving waters- all the music of the night. Soon a smokey but rich scent of cooking meat rose from the camp site. Was this what it would be like to live on the land? So hard yet so- simply sweet?

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier paused in his bathing for a moment to breathe in the scent. In a little over a minute, he was done and hurriedly dressing. He returned to their camp spot and sat down by the fire, his hair still damp and falling in messy locks around his head.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You look like a wet mutt, it's kind of cute," Nyx looks up from where she was quietly shifting the cooking rabbits on the sticks she had impaled them with. Looking up, she smiles foxishly, the meat was darkened to a dark succulent pinkish-red

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Kelsier gave a crooked smile and ran his fingers through his hair. "I like to think of myself as a purebred dire wolf."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Huh-" she smiles, cutting a strip of wiry meat from one of the cooking hares using one of the enormous needles, holding it out to him with a sly smile," The dire wolf seems to be receiving scraps of the raven, eh? Quite the plot twist,"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Mmm." Kelsier took the meat and smiled. "Well, I never said I was good at hunting."

[CrimsonMoon]

Nyx rolls her eyes and leans back against a tree trunk," Maybe I could teach you," she suggests calmly, crooking an eyebrow at him curiously