Day 45 of Winter, 512 AV. The opposite side of the dune was rockier than the side where Ronin and the cow waited for Bethsyliss to return with firewood. Bethsyliss squinted in the prevailing darkness to scan the area for irregularities that might suggest an acacia tree. All she saw was sand, rock and blackness. She sighed. She started to descend the slope when an idea struck her. He isssn't around anymore, she thought, a wry smile creeping up on her face. Why in Sssiku's name am I waltzing about the freezing sandsss in human form? All I have to do is ssshift. If there are any trees around here, I'm sssure to pick up the smell of honey. She shifted into her snake form and let out a little yelp of joy as her limbs fused into her body and her hair retracted into her scalp. With an exhilarating purr she caused her now-scaly body to elongate and she retrieved the shape of a serpent she so loved. She hoped very hard that Ronin hadn't heard the noises she made during her transformation, for sounds carried in the still, chilly desert air nearly as far as smells did. She flickered her tongue, trying to pick up scents, and she the smell of dead meat assaulted her from behind, mingled with another, softer -- though tainted by days of unwashed sweat --, that could only be Ronin's. She concentrated. The smell of honey, if there was any, was sure to have dissipated by winter. The current time of year was possibly the furthest it could have been from the period the flowers that produced honey bloomed. She cursed herself for having set out to travel the desert during winter. Besides, she absolutely hated the cold. Tree bark! she said to herself excitedly when something excited her sharp sense of smell as she flickered her forked tongue. There it is! I sssmell it! Even in the winter, potent sssap courses through the tree's veins and pulsesss the bark with sssilent life. Bethsyliss bolted toward the scent. She did not have to go far. Tree bark did not give off that strong a smell, and she needed to be quite close in order to even pick it up. Had it not been winter, she would probably not even have noticed it -- then again, there would be flowers or leaves to smell, and the matter would have been a lot easier. She was actually ashamed that she couldn't spot the acacia tree with plain eyesight. She shifted into Dhani form. She was stronger and taller in that hybrid form than in human form, so it would help her break off the dry limbs of the acacia tree. Nevertheless, she was still at least three times shorter than the lowest branch. She climbed the tree with her hands, clawing into the bark and finding places where the trunk was gnarled enough to provide protrusions on which to hold while she slowly ascended. She had nearly reached a branch when a gust of wind put her off balance and knocked her to the ground. She swore. She tried it again, and fell lamentably after only several feet. Then she had an idea. This time, she wrapped her tail around the base of the tree before going up. It took her a couple of attempts to get the hang of it, but she finally managed to climb the tree while rotating around its axis, letting her tail wrap firmly around the trunk for support. It was when she reached the first branch that she realized he hadn't the faintest clue how she was going to break it off. She tried using one hand while clinging to the bark with the other and her tail preventing her fall, but she wasn't strong enough. Then an idea struck her. She carefully flipped her body around so that her head was facing downwards, using her tail as support. She then swung her tail over the branch until it was firmly locked around it, and let herself go with her hands. She hung for a while suspended upside down to the branch of the acacia until she thought she needed extra force to make it break. Using the muscles of her tail, she swung back and forth for a bit until it broke. She plummeted to the ground with it and flipped herself mid-air just in time to land safely on her tail. Panting, she hauled herself up proudly and marveled at her own ingenuity. She repeated the process several times until she had broken off as much wood as she could carry in one armload. She gathered the scattered limbs and made her way back up the steep, rocky slope to the place where her meal waited to be cooked and her unexpected acquaintance waited to share it with her, pausing occasionally to pick up wood that sometimes dropped. The sun had only begun to rise when she reached the top of the dune. She spotted Ronin and the carcass some distance down below and was about to slither her way back to them when she remembered she couldn't be seen by him in Dhani form -- not yet, anyway. Bethsyliss then considered the inevitable situation when he would find out she wasn't entirely human. She didn't suppose he suspected anything, even with the two holes she had made in the cow's neck -- no, he wasn't smart enough to notice those. But she didn't really know what to expect when he would eventually find out. She set the wood on the sand, shifted into human form while trying to repress the shrieks of delight that attempted to make its way through her naked throat, picked the wood back up and descended to Ronin and the cow. "Here we go," she said, dropping the whole batch to her feet near the cow with a sigh of relief. Then she realized they might have a problem. "We're going to need flint and sssteel," she said, crossing her fingers for Ronin to be carrying one in his backpack. Seeing he did not move so much as an inch, she added sarcastically: "Please, don't get up, let me do the honors." She went to his backpack and rummaged through, digging through the gold mizas that tinkled in her hands. No flint and steel. "Isssn't there anything of use in that bag of yoursss?" she muttered. He cut her finger on something and quickly jerked her arm out, licking the injured finger. And then she understood what it was. "I hope you don't mind, but we'll use your razor to get sssparks," she informed him, then bit her lip and frowned. Why do I keep being ssso polite? she blamed herself silently. It's not like he's going to get offended and argue. He's not in a posssition to do so and he probably doesn't even have the ssstrength. She resumed her work and snatched a pebble that had broken off the rock Ronin was leaning against. She rubbed razor and stone against each other with sharp movements repeatedly, sending out several sparks every time she did. But the wood, dry though it was, did not catch fire. "I need charcloth, but I don't sssuppose you're carrying anything flammable with you," she said to Ronin. Then she narrowed her eyes shrewdly. "Oh, but you are, aren't you," she corrected, smiling. For some reason, the thought amused her, but she quickly repressed that emotion. She walked up to Ronin and commanded: "Don't move." She grabbed his tan-colored shirt at the waist and tore a rather large part of it away with the razor. She quickly glanced at the skin she had made bare, frowned and looked away, returning to her fire. The fabric caught sparks almost immediately as a steady blaze spread to the wood, and she recoiled from the fire, slightly surprised at her success. Using the sharp end of the razor, she cut out large chunks of flesh from the carcass and set them along the edges of the fire. "Dig in," she said, grabbing herself a piece of the meat and voraciously threshing it as she satisfied her tremendous hunger. |