Dragon Jacket found herself incapable of hiding her highly amused grin *yes, the grin was amused*, nor her chuckle at her best friend jumping as she came back to Imontar[1]. The moment, and the grin couldn't erase the sadness that seemed to have taken seat in her soul at the knowledge of what Blue was going through in her 'dreams'.
In all fairness, the deer was practically under Blue's nose, but between Dragon's chuckle, and Blue Fox's started movements, they scared the deer off.
"Why didn't you just shoot the deer?" Blue grumbles at her friend.
"You're the one who wanted to go hunting; I thought you might like the first kill." Dragon responded, not completely sure herself if that statement was meant in seriousness or in jest.
Blue Fox's only response is the very mature action of sticking her tongue out at Dragon Jacket.
Dragon lets out another soft chuckle, before saying, "Would you rather we split up?"
Blue responds with a hasty, "No!"
Dragon feels a pang in her heart at desperation in Blue's response. She also feels guilty for the joy that brings her.
Blue then attempts to save face by back pedaling, "Because, I would get lost out here, I don't know the area at all."
Dragon gives her crush a look that borderlines on pity, she tried very hard to keep that particular emotion out of her expression because she knows that pity is the last thing her friend wants.
"Okay" Dragon responds softly.
"Now..." Dragon mutters, with a wry grin, "Can we get some actual hunting done?"
A faint blush briefly graces Blue's face at this, "Of course!" she proclaims with comically fake bravo.
Another amused grin alights on Dragon's face at her friends answer.
A few hours later found the girls returning to Dragon's dwelling after a successful hunting trip as evidenced by the deer and two rabbit carcasses they were hauling with them.
Once inside the mountain, Blue volunteered to prep the meat of the deer for short term storage, i.e. the next few days, while Dragon set about preparing the rabbets for lunch.
Blue Fox found herself relieved at the amount of concentration that prepping the deer required. It made it harder for her mind to drift to thoughts of... nope she was determined to not even think his name if at all possible. It wasn't a perfect system, especially as all too soon her task was over, and Dragon wasn't quite done with their late lunch just yet.[2]
Blue was gripped by a sudden desire to cleanse herself. Cleanse herself not just of dirt and sweat and deer guts/blood, but of Emma Swan and her time with Neal in particular. She found herself bounding towards Dragon Jacket's shower. Blue stripped her clothing and various weapons off of herself, and practically throws herself into the shower.
Blue grabs the soap and desperately scrubs at her skin at her body. She is hysterical and rubbing herself raw. She is crying and murmuring things like "I just want to be clean of it," "I want it gone!" and "Why!?"
Eventually, Blue finds herself curled up in a little ball under the shower's stream, numb to everything but her own little world of pain and heartbreak. At some point, the shower turned cold, not that she noticed, nor did she notice when the shower turns off. And Blue only vaguely notices when arms wrap around her.
After awhile, Blue does come to register the fact that Dragon, mostly clothed, is hugging Blue in her lap. This realization somehow only serves to make an almost calmed Blue cry hard again. These tears seem to come from a different emotion, one Blue fails to recognize.
It takes some more time, but Blue eventually calms down, not completely, but a fair amount. This prompts Dragon to speak up.
"Hey," Dragon says in a soft voice, "Why don't we get dried up, and put some fresh clothes on."
Still sniffling, Blue nods her head.
"Okay, then." Dragon responds in the same voice as she gently coaxes Blue out of her curled up form.
Slowly the two girls stand up, once they do, Dragon leads Blue out of the shower. Once this is accomplished, Dragon releases her friend and proceeds to remove her wet clothing.
Still in her mild state of shock, Blue watches her friend strip *that sounded dirtier than intended*. Blue finds what little attention she is currently capable of generating is transfixed on the scar over her friends heart. Dragon has had that scar for as long and Blue has known her, and also like the other two, Blue has no idea how Dragon got them, not that she's ever asked.
As she looks at the scar Blue realizes just how little she knows about her friend. Not only the origin of her scars, but she didn't even know about this place before, not her family name, if she has/had a family, if she ever went to hero school, the origin of her name, what was so important about "Rock" and "Solid", or even why she smelt so strongly of dragon's when they first met. On the other hand, Blue has, as of that morning, told Dragon, literally everything about herself. Blue's mind went, unbidden, to thoughts of how much Neal had know about her, Emma, and how little she had known about him. She shivered at the thought.
Dragon caught the shiver, potentially misinterpreted it, how could she have had the same thought process that Blue just had, and wrapped her friend in a large warm towel.
Blue shook her negative thoughts away, tried to at any rate. A few minutes later, the girls, now fully dressed, were sitting on the couch, and Dragon holding Blue.
"Are you hungry?" Dragon inquires, thinking about the lunch that had long since gone cold, and uneaten.
Instead of responding to the question, Blue's thoughts from earlier came racing back.
"I don't know anything about you!" Blue cries as she jerks herself out of Dragon's embrace.
"Where's this coming from?" Dragon asks, concerned, and completely confused.
"You know everything about me!" Blue responds, "And I know almost nothing about you!"
"What do you want to know?" Dragon wonders.
"Everything!"
"That's a pretty hard place to start."
"Where did you scars come from?" is the first specific question that comes to Blue's mind."
"The one on my face came from a dragon." Dragon Jacket admits.
"What's the story behind it!" Blue demands.
[1] As apposed to "Back to Earth"... get it?
[2] This sentience feels overly redundant, Or is that just me, rather only me?