Chapter 17. Camping Under the Stars
A/n: extremely short chapter, thanks all for reviewing. I'm thinking of changing my screenname, I'll let you people know when I do.
Vvardenfell and Larka were sitting by a freshly-lit campfire, the dim light casting eerie shadows over both of their faces. It was a pleasant night, the stars were shining brightly as the twin moons rotated slowly overhead.
Skooma was dancing happily around the fire, his blissful mood cheering Vvardenfell.
"That little creature is pretty cute." Said Larka, a faint smile curling around her lips.
"Skooma." Said Vvardenfell, staring thoughtfully at her dancing Mudcrab.
"What?" asked Larka, once again feeling uncertain about this secluded Nord that she had just met.
"His name!" said Vvardenfell, hurridly correcting her mistake.
Skooma stopped dancing and began to smell the cool night air nervously.
"What is it?" Asked Vvardenfell, noticing Skooma's changed attitude. Skooma stopped and looked at her, his eyes shifting nervously.
"Friend girl!" He shouted suddenly, leaping forward with his arms reaching out, knocking her down playfully. After quite a while of this friendly wrestling, Vvardenfell stretched out and looked over at Skooma.
"Night night?" he asked her, curling up on his bed of foilage that Vvardenfell had prepared for him.
"Yes." Said Vvardenfell, looking down at her small friend. She had a feeling that Azura had given Skooma to her as a spirit lifter in the midst of the trial that she was going through. Vvardenfell looked over at Larka, who had stood up and was examining the campsite protectively.
"Goodnight." Said Vvardenfell.
Larka did not stir. Vvardenfell felt that Larka's keen eyes probaly saw many things that Vvardenfell could not. As Vvardenfell lay down and prepared to sleep, she felt Skooma's small body nestle snuggly against hers.
"Goodnight Skooma." She said, patting his back affectionately.
"Night night friend girl." He said. Vvardenfell could hear Skooma yawning and soon his breaths slowed as he drifted off to sleep.
Vvardenfell looked up at the clear night sky. A cool breeze blew softly across her face , and Vvardenfell , and Vvardenfell could tell that summer was nearly there.
She drifted to sleep. In her dreams she thought of Caldera, the festivals would be beginning soon, and her house would once more e decorated with the beautiful ampole pods. Every unmarried girl would be required to wear a coda flower in their hair, and the men would loose a lot of money betting on which girls would be theirs by the end of the season. Of course, Vvardenfell was always much too occupied with her job as a blacksmith to be associated with the courting rituals.
Though it really didn't matter now.
A/n: A really short chapter, just a sort of fill-in. I'll update soon. Till then, please review!