After speaking to Amara and releasing her, Aerion turned and walked back toward the fire as he waited for her to respond. Knowing they had been through a lot and they were both tired, he felt he should not press the matter of how she escaped. He knew she must have broken the mans neck, and Aerion was glad of it, because she saved both of their lives. However he was worried that all this death might be getting to her, and he did not want her to crack as he had seen men and women who got their first human kills and seemed to lose themselves in guilt, becoming an empty shell. They had both seen plenty of death and violence in the past two days, so he decided it would probably be best if he tried to avoid it, as much as he could out in the wild areas surrounding Syliras.
Aerion's stomach growled, which brought his thoughts crashing back to the present, and made him realize how hungry he was, so he decided it was best to start their breakfast, which at this rate may very well be their lunch. He had never been very good at cooking before, though both of his parents tried to teach him enough to where he could survive through hunting. Aerion's throughts drifted back to his mother's meals, his stomach grumbled and his mouth watered. He suddenly shook his head to clear it as he thought to himself, Thinking about food wont make it cook itself. So he decided he should get to work, moving toward the two small racks of ribs from the fawn, he started at them for a few seconds as he tried to remember how to best make a spit.
Several minutes later Aerion had finally worked it out in his head, grabbing one of the larger, thicker branches he had picked up, he snapped off some of the remaining smaller limbs, making sure to leave enough to create a V shape for the crosslimbs. Aerion then went around and found a similar sized and shaped branch to do the same to it, after doing so he stuck them both in the drying ground on opposite sides of the campfire, trying to line up the V's on both of them.
Satisfied that the branches were stable and lined up, he grabbed one of the thinner, longer sticks. Aerion then took the stick and cleaned it in one of the pools of water without blood in it, after he cleaned it he took out the dagger again and cut the branches off, making sure to leave long pointed ends on them so he could hang the meat off of it. He finally decided it was good enough, so he took one of the small racks of ribs and cut it in quarters, and stuck them on the stick, making sure they were secure enough, he hung them over the fire, turning them every now and then.
Deciding that the fire was getting a bit low after his lengthy absence and preparation, he threw a couple more logs on the fire, and decided to sit down while turned the spit. Stretching his injured leg out, he sighed and was finally able to completely relax after the exciting and stressful activities of the past couple of days. He stared into the fire and was lost in memories of cooking with his father when they went hunting together... |
by Aerion on July 19th, 2014, 9:55 am