Fire And Ice (Rœkia)

[ozzy]

Rœkia watched her as she spoke. He could see the flare of emotions that ran through her. He remembered during their time era, no could ever read Alvör's emotions. And there was no way in hell anyone could read his emotions. Though at the moment, it was as if they'd both opened up to each other in a new found way. A fierce need to make her happy and protect her in any way possible.

"Oh, My little Freyja.. I am here now," he spoke to her in their native tounge. There was a foreign tenderness to his voice. In their culture, there was a goddess known as Freyja. She was the godess of beauty, fertility, battle and war. Regretfully, he released Alvör. Rœkia kissed her for head, picking up the knife that had somehow landed on the ground

[skadi]

Alvör couldn’t help but to smile when he called her his little Freyja. Within her chest, her heart began to hammer against her chest. He was especially sweet, which was bizarre, but she still couldn’t find out how or why. Perhaps it was because they were so alone lately. Either way, she didn’t mind it. In fact, she welcomed it.

As he picked up the knife, she noticed how low the sun was sinking. They would have to decide what they would be doing. They could have either stayed on the volcano for the night or set up camp or they could have left and set up camp in the dark.

“It’s getting late. Do you want to stay here or go?” Alvör honestly would have rather stayed on the volcano. It would have given them more time to catch up.

[ozzy]

The moments of sweet lovingness weren't all lost, just stored away for a later time. His viking brutality that he had shown earlier pulled though once again. He didn't need to turn and face the sun. Once it'd been brought top his attention, he glanced down at the shadows. He mentally marked that they had about an hour until total darkness, maybe less. Rœkia's logical thinking and instincts kicked in.

"We should make camp about a mile down," He finally said. They would have the shelter of the trees and warmth of the lava. Not that temperatures would really bother them anymore. She could cool herself down and he warm himself up. A mile for two vikings was five minuets, tops. They were warriors. Weapons. Toned machines.

[skadi]

She nodded abruptly. “We should head out if we want to set up camp before the sun goes down.” She picked up her shield and slung her bag over her shoulder. Without another word, she began the decent. Part of her wished that they were still in each others arms, but she knew when it was time to work. She may have been a woman, but she still had her Viking mentality. Work first, whatever else later.

When they were finally under the shelter of a collection of pines, she dropped her bag and pulled out two large hides. “Normally I make one big tent, but I think we can make two small ones with these.” Naturally, she wouldn’t have minded the single tent, but at the same time she was unsure of what he would think. In the end, she decided it would be best to keep her mouth shut.

[ozzy]

Rœkia didn’t say anything. He followed her in his long-legged stride. Most of the stiffness in his bones had worn off. The familiar crunch of his booted footsteps was comforting. The sounds of the wilderness around them reminded him somewhat of home. But like Alvör had said, this was home. They were just too late. When she stopped, he accessed the area. Not that it needed to be checked. There was no way Alvör would lead them to a an unsafe area. Not purposefully anyway.

He had begun to set up the base of the tent, but stopped. He looked at her. Why was she apprehensive to sleep in the same tent as he? “Nonsense.” Was all he said, in a short, final tone. It seemed tedious and unnecessary to build two tents anyway. Rœkia worked at a naturally fast pace. He’d finished the tent in hardly any time at all. Talking was not something he did when completing a task. He wondered off for about ten minutes, returning with enough firewood to keep a fire burning for the whole night. He prepared the firewood, setting it up the way his father had taught him how. All of a sudden, the wood ignited into roaring flames. “That is convenient…” Rœkia said, not realizing it was him who had started the fire.

[skadi]

Alvör felt a bit useless when Rœkia set up the tent and left to collect the firewood. After being self-sufficient for so long she supposed that it was because she was receiving help and was unaccustomed to it. When Rœkia left she to a nearby stream to collect some fish, finding some berries and edible mushrooms before returning to the site to find him having already lit the fire.

She drew her dagger and gutted the fish quickly, tossing their innards into the flames. She skewered the fish and staked them into the ground to cook before tossing her bag into the tent. She was unsure of how she would deal with sharing a tent with someone. She hadn’t ever done that before. It would be a new experience, but she was unsure of what its outcome would be.

Alvör pulled her axe out of her belt and a stone from a pouch on her belt and began to sharpen the edges of the weapon, her eyes occasionally drifting up to glance at Rœkia before concentrating on her weapon again.