☼ѕ υ и ❂ ѕ ρ є α я☼ [OPEN]

[CrimsonMoon]

He shrugs in response but flashes her a smile that probably was one of the reasons so many women chased after him. He opens the tent flap and on a rather decorative table was an assortment of vegitables, fruits and meats," Help yourself,"

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Dakarai's eyes lit up, but he looked to his sister first. When she smiled and nodded, he hurried toward the table as fast as his thin legs could carry him.

Clea hung back for a little, watching her brother to make sure he didn't make a mess. She was concerned about him first and foremost, so she'd make sure he was taken care of before herself.

[CrimsonMoon]

Enzio smiles and sits down on a cot nearby, setting the ornate spear on a stand. It was obviously a prized possession and for good reason. The blade had jagged teeth on the edges made for sinking in and tearing out. The spear itself must have weighed much more then an ordinary one because of the beatifully carved counter balance on the oppisite end.

He motions for her to help herself and smiles

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Clea glanced at him, then at the table and approached. She picked up an apple and took a bite, looking relieved. She was hungrier than she'd ever admit, so food was a lifesaver.

Dakarai grabbed whatever he could, greedy like a lot of children were. His sister made him slow down, of course.

"No pears, Dakarai," Clea said sternly, "You know that they give you stomach pains."

She sighed and continued to eat her apple. Her manners were pretty good for a slave, a sign that she hadn't been one her entire life.

[CrimsonMoon]

He chuckles softly, pickig out a thin strip of dried meat, chewing on it thoughtfully as e stares into the distance, barely seemig to notice them

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Dakarai took a seat on the ground with all his food, biting into a piece of fruit. He closed his eyes and smiled, acting very polite for a child.

Clea chuckled and sat down beside him, "I want you to eat until you're full, okay Rai? We can leave after that- but don't eat too fast."

[CrimsonMoon]

Enzio smiles and murmurs," Take as much as you want, it's not like everyone gets something like this everyday," he muses softly

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Clea smiled and nodded, "I can't thank you enough, Enzio. I owe you my life, because you saved ours."

[CrimsonMoon]

Enzio rolls his eyes and smiles good naturedly," Oh, Clea, my dear-" he starts dramatically,"- you don't want to owe me your lfe," he smirks and bows playfully

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She set the apple core aside and chuckled, "Well, it wasn't about wanting to. No matter what, you still saved us from starving. You saved Dakarai, which is the most important part."

[CrimsonMoon]

He chuckles and murmurs," You're very protective of him, aren't you?" He muses

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"He's all the family I have left," Clea stated, plucking up a grape and popping it into her mouth, "It's only natural that I would do anything to keep him safe."

Dakarai's dark brown eyes flicked back and forth between them, listening to their conversation idly.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Makes sense," he agrees softly, closin his eyes and leaning back

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Clea stood up and walked back over to the table, "Is there anything to drink?" she asked after a moment, her light brown eyes flitting over the contents.

[CrimsonMoon]

He nods and murmurs," There is a couple goblets over there.. Some wine and water too," he wrinkles his nose and mutters," Goblet is such a horrible word..."

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Clea smiled a little in amusement, grabbing two goblets. She filled one with water and the other with wine, "Why? I think it is a fine word." She handed the goblet of water to Dakarai, telling him to drink it all. When he pointed to hers, she shook her head, "You wouldn't like this."

She sipped at the wine, the taste overwhelming her senses at first.

[CrimsonMoon]

He smiles slightly and shrugs," it is an unsettling word for my people to say, it isn't has refined and beautiful as somethig as simple as cup," he shrugs and closes his eyes

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"We don't have a word for it in my language," Clea smiled, examining the goblet, "Cup, sure. But not goblet."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Just a fancy word for cup," he rolls his eyes and interlaces his fingers," Nothing more," his eyes close again as if he was exhausted

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Dakarai finished his food quickly, looking up at Clea. She popped another grape into her mouth and sighed. Exhaustion was weighing her down, but she couldn't rest yet. Her and Dakarai had to find a place to settle down first, "Go ahead, eat some more if you're still hungry, Rai. I don't want you going hungry."