Thread: A Journey to a Safer Place (Angel + Strmas)

He awoke from a very pleasant dream, one that had ended with Ilyza kneeling naked at his feet looking up at him calling him master. He resisted letting go of the dream but in the end his conscience wouldn't relent and he opened his eyes. The fire was nearly out and a chill starting to enter the room. He put the remaining firewood on the fire, that would have to be replenished this morning, he thought. he stood and stretched and then looked down on the small elf, still huddled under her blanket on the table. Good morning Ilyza, let's have a look at that leg, he said softly as he lifted the blanket from her legs, pleased to see she was still naked. He exposed her leg and a bit more of the pretty elf than he needed to look at the wound and gently turned her leg back and forth looking at the wound. It is looking much better Ilyza, in a day maybe two you will be able to walk on it again. Until then I do not want you putting any weight on it. If you reinjure it again I will be very mad and will spank you to make sure you obey properly!, he scolded. Of course Ilyza had done nothing wrong to injure it in the first place but he knew the urge to move around would become strong the better she felt and doing too much too fast was the quickest way to have a relapse. besides, he just got a thrill out of scolding the pretty little elf! He wrinkled his nose at the smell coming from the corner of the room, the blood stained clothes warmed by the larger fire were starting to smell foul. he gathered them up and tossed them out into the snow, he would think of a way to at least halfway clean them later. I am going outside to have a look around. he told her. He moved an crudely built chair next to the fire and helped her to it. He gave her the pouch that held the herbs for the tea and put the pot back on the fire. Here you make us some tea while I check things outside. You stay off that leg!, he pretended to scold but his smile gave him away. Once outside, he looked around. With the wind and snow stopped he could take stock of their situation better. It had snowed a good 3 feet he judged, if they hadn't reached the old trapper cabin they would have not survived the storm. At the side of the cabin stood an old woodpile, the outer logs were snow covered and wet but moving these aside Kryton was able to expose an ample supply of dry seasoned logs. Looking about more he could see tracks of small animals in the fresh snow, rabbits from the look. Next to the cabin grew a large Chabus tree. Its roots were edible and probably what drew the rabbits. Fortunately the drifted snow acted as a kind of insulation and he was able to burrow down to the roots and dig up a couple good handfuls. He set a few rabbit traps and then loaded up an armful and brought them in the cabin. They wouldn't die of cold, that was certain. He put one of the logs on the fire and the rest of the load of firewood next to the fireplace. he put the Chabus root on the table next to her and then had a look at the gigantic iron pot that had been left in the cabin. At the bottom of the pot were the dried remains of who knew how many seasons of cooking, an unpleasant aroma coming out of it as the fire warmed the dried remains but the huge cauldron was the only vessel that could hold his great coat and cloak and he didn't relish the idea of wearing it with all that matted blood. If he could get the iron pot clean he could wash the clothes. He used some clothes and his gloves to keep from being burned and man handled the pot off the fireplace holder and toward the door. Looking outside he was pleasantly surprised the trap had already snared them a fat little Coney. He went and retrieved it and put it by Ilyza. Here you skin and clean the rabbit and chop up the Chabus and we will have ourselves a proper stew, tonight He gave her his skinning knife and proceeded to wrestle the huge pot outside to scrap and clean.