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She tasted his name on her tongue. Bay-o-dan? Dan did seem easier to say and she was grateful that he’d suggested the shorthand nickname. Speaking it out loud softly, she tried to mimic, as herbs were brushed to the side gently. The tent was small yet quaint. A flash of light caught her eye as light from the fire glinted off the knives Dan had spoke of.
Making sure to steer clear of the sharp metal her eyes scanned the area for the pot. Not too far from the set of knives sat the little kettle. Leaning over her digits wrapped around the handle and pulled it close. With a turn on her heal she brushed the canvas aside and cast her gaze around for a water source.
Once found she dipped the metal pot into the frigid water. It was going to be sitting on the fire for a while before it would be hot enough for tea. After placing it among the smoldering coals she sat back on her log and stretched out her legs toward the heat. For a moment she let the silence settle around them, enjoying to peace of the quiet forest. The sound of animals bedding down for the night and the gentle coo’s of birds that were brave enough to weather winter.
Shifting her eyes from watching the fire she gazed over to Dan. She could understand why he lived here. It was cozy and it didn’t appear as most people came through this way. That was why she’d picked it as a hunting spot. The last thing she wanted was some hunter trying to put an arrow in her rear end.
“So… do you not like living in the city? Is that why you live here?” Looking around the quaint area she took in what was visible. The flames flooded light for quite aways and her eyesight helped some but dark had descended and they were surrounded by inky blackness. “Don’t you ever worry that someone will try to rob you or hurt you?”
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