The young thief watched as the injured boy stumbled his way across the room to his bed, she almost jumped to help him there but she figured he could make it on his own. The loud thud that was made when his knees hit the floor made Amora wince. She knew the amount of pain he was in had to be completely unbearable, and it was all her fault.
Slowly she entered his home while she watched him search through his things. On instinct she closed the door behind her, it wasn’t safe to leave it open in a city like that. The cold air was beginning to settle on her and chill her to the bone. It was insane to her how cold still air could be, the fire needed to be lit fast if they had any hope of not catching pneumonia.
Amora picked up the tools Eleazar pulled from the bag underneath his bed before returning to the hearth. Beside it a pile of firewood sat ready to be used. The thief set the flint, steel, and tinder on the stone of the base and gathered three pieces of the wood from the stack. The girl moved her hair from in front of her shoulders to behind to keep it out of the way as she stacked the wood neatly in the firepit and positioned herself in front of it comfortably. She wasn’t at all unfamiliar with lighting a fire in a hearth; she and her mother did it in their home on a daily basis, so it wouldn’t be too much of a task.
Without caring how much more filth was on her, she used her hand to sweep away the ashes in the bottom to keep them from interrupting the process of lighting the wood- the last thing she wanted was to blow into the sparks and be blinded by the ash that would jump back at her. With her right hand the scooped up the flint and steel and in her left she grabbed the tinder she’d be lighting. She set the tinder down in front of her on the stone and began to strike the lighting tools against each other. The familiar scratching sound of them hitting each other filled the air around her, along with the visible presence of her breath. The cold had gotten to her, it caused her body to shake and her teeth to chatter slightly.
A small spark jumped from the tools and landed on the tinder, but she wasn’t fast enough to get a flame going. With only slight hesitation she began again with the rapid motion to get another spark. By the third appearance of one she was able to being her face down fast enough to start the fire. Quickly she transferred the small flame into the hearth and added more tinder to keep it going. It didn’t take long for the flames to begin to take an interest in the wood and eat away at it, leaving a black trail behind.
The wonderful warmth kept the thief still for more than a few ticks. It felt amazing against her cold, bruised skin. She held her hands up to the hearth, palms facing outwards, to try and regain the feeling through the numbness that had settled in them. Amora looked back at the boy, “You should get closer to it until you warm up, you look awful.”
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Slowly she entered his home while she watched him search through his things. On instinct she closed the door behind her, it wasn’t safe to leave it open in a city like that. The cold air was beginning to settle on her and chill her to the bone. It was insane to her how cold still air could be, the fire needed to be lit fast if they had any hope of not catching pneumonia.
Amora picked up the tools Eleazar pulled from the bag underneath his bed before returning to the hearth. Beside it a pile of firewood sat ready to be used. The thief set the flint, steel, and tinder on the stone of the base and gathered three pieces of the wood from the stack. The girl moved her hair from in front of her shoulders to behind to keep it out of the way as she stacked the wood neatly in the firepit and positioned herself in front of it comfortably. She wasn’t at all unfamiliar with lighting a fire in a hearth; she and her mother did it in their home on a daily basis, so it wouldn’t be too much of a task.
Without caring how much more filth was on her, she used her hand to sweep away the ashes in the bottom to keep them from interrupting the process of lighting the wood- the last thing she wanted was to blow into the sparks and be blinded by the ash that would jump back at her. With her right hand the scooped up the flint and steel and in her left she grabbed the tinder she’d be lighting. She set the tinder down in front of her on the stone and began to strike the lighting tools against each other. The familiar scratching sound of them hitting each other filled the air around her, along with the visible presence of her breath. The cold had gotten to her, it caused her body to shake and her teeth to chatter slightly.
A small spark jumped from the tools and landed on the tinder, but she wasn’t fast enough to get a flame going. With only slight hesitation she began again with the rapid motion to get another spark. By the third appearance of one she was able to being her face down fast enough to start the fire. Quickly she transferred the small flame into the hearth and added more tinder to keep it going. It didn’t take long for the flames to begin to take an interest in the wood and eat away at it, leaving a black trail behind.
The wonderful warmth kept the thief still for more than a few ticks. It felt amazing against her cold, bruised skin. She held her hands up to the hearth, palms facing outwards, to try and regain the feeling through the numbness that had settled in them. Amora looked back at the boy, “You should get closer to it until you warm up, you look awful.”
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(Keep in mind I can be slow with replies sometimes due to my offspring still being such a young one.)
