Elias just watched not really hungry

Auriole beams at Miann, loving the feel of being useful. “Thank you.” She helps the other two women to descale the fish. She glances at Elias. “Not hungry?”

Mainn shrugged and rolled her eyes "its like poking a wall with a stick. You wont get anywhere talking to him" she said as she handed the fish off to Auriole

She keeps doing what shes doing. She says nothing.

Elias shakes his head " no I'm not hungry " he says then stands and stretches " I'll be back" he says then walks off into the forest

Auriole frowns after him shaking her head slightly. “What a strange human..” she murmurs under her breath. She smiles and takes the fish from Miann. “Many thanks. Genevieve is it? Are you hungry?”

Lorelei fought the whole way to the king. She shook her shoulders, slipped from grasps, it took multiple guards to get her in the room even with a blindfold on. A free yet blind woman was far better than a trapped one who could see.

Pushed onto her knees with force, as the guards growled at her with distaste, she didn’t even flinch from the pain. Her pride soared, not wanting to show weakness to these men. Men who could barely compare to her brothers-this was a game.

The blindfold was released, her fire red hair bouncing from her pointed ears. She was on the far end, the far left, and she made it a point to keep the pressure off of herself for now.

Others denied their sin, but Lorelei wore it with Pride. She knew the choices she made and she would wear them on her sleeve forever. It was something she had to accept.

The night she ran, she was cornered by noble servants of her once betrothed husband who hung her up in his bedroom to decipher why her family had retracted their offer. It took weeks before she admitted to her crime, to abandoning her bastard son that was not his (as they had never touched each other with passion) Lorelei was quickly handed over to authorities with ignorance of her family as they doted the small infant in love and grace.

Lorelei was sought with pain and blood.

She had only been captured a few months ago, her fairy body still healing from the pregnancy that she ran endlessly on out of exhaustion. She was broken, broken from heartbreak, broken from decisions, broken physically by her ex fiance. Then further broken by these guards who taunted her, knowing her sin, knowing how she would never give up or give in, she would fight endlessly to their teasing and poking.

She sunk away, scooting back, having been in the dark for days. Tight gray cotton pants clung to her legs, a dark long sleeve attached to every curve in sweat. Her hair was a wild mess around her narrow face. She had stopped bleeding, thank god.

Her silence kept her hidden as the king announced his decision, to forgive their sins in exchange for their servitude. If it meant her freedom, she would agree. Silently.

In the weaponry stash, she took twin blades and a small amnesia shoot with a small collection of darts (5) to be nestled on the hip. She idolized armor for her shoulders/neck, and chest vest made out of a stiff repulsive leather. She even took a terry cloth wrap for her hips to hold supplies, tying it to herself.

The others talked amongst themselves but she didn’t bother to analyze. She would work alone to her best ability, as expected. Because she had the most drive here, she had to. There was no doubt she was the last of the collection the king was gathering.

Escorted out with a blessing, not that she needed it, Lorelei followed as the others bickered and made camp. She sat with twigs and leaves, her own fae house being made of similar material from her lower class experience. She began working on elevated beds for the group in silence, wanting nothing for her consideration.

Lorelei had pulled her hair up into a lopsided ball secured by a stick. It swung as she worked, recalling her brothers instructions as she weaved and crushed things into place.

As Elias walked through the forest he closed his eyes and focused. ....."good" he said opening his eyes he could once again sense the flow of blood

Auriole carries a platter of fish to the sin that must be the lion sin of pride. She offers the food to the woman, a little nervous as, among all types of humans, she trusts the quiet kinds the least. What are they thinking?

She sighs and then grabs a fish. She takes a bit out of it and then walks off. She goes to sit down next to the river.

Elias walks deeper in the forest and comes across some animals" might as well try out my magic" he says to himself and holds out his arm then makes a fist , the deer shakes and falls blood and brain matter oozing out of its ears

Lorelei leans up from her weaving, eyeing Auriole with the plate.

“Thats kind of you” she remarks. “You can be the second in line to choose your spot to sleep then,” she smirks a bit. Taking the plate from the girl she folds down to the dirt.

Naturally, Lorelei would be the one to try and dictate in her small circle.

“Shall we eat together? Or have the others run off to prove themselves?”

Auriole, surprised that the woman was talking to her, she glances around. “M-me?” She points to herself. “I-I don’t know. I guess.. whatever they want?” Her eyes are downcast, her hands fidgeting nervously. To talk to someone that isn’t a beastman, something she’d have to learn and get accustomed to if she was to keep her identity secret.

Elias sighs after killing the deer" yeah still works " he says to himself then walks back to camp.

She sighs and then looks at her reflection. She shakes her head. "Fuck this shit." she said as she sat back and sighed.

“Some sort of agreement needs to happen, we need to..make the best of this,” Lorelei tries to say lightly. Patting the space beside her, welcoming Ariole to join her, she grips the scaled flesh of the fish with her fingers, eating it without much thought. She had felt starved.

Lorelei noticed how shy the girl was. Lorelei couldn’t fathom being shy.
Pulling her hair to the side, the lion tattoo prominent on the back of her neck over her stork mark, she finishes the food quickly.

“I’m Lorelei,” she introduces herself. “You are?”

Elias here's the two girls talking but doesn't really care and marks a space for his bedroll. " this is my space don't fuck with it or me" he says then gets his bedroll undone

Lorelei’s patience with a seemingly shy Auriole is cut in half as a grouchy boy emerges from the trees to proceed to lay on the bed she made all herself and claim the first spot.

Anger found her easily enough.

She shot up from her dinner, stalking to the bed and grabbing the weaved edges.

“Did I say this was yours?” She growls. “Get off my bed. Now.”

Auriole jumps a little at the woman’s, Lorelei’s bluntness. “Auriole,” She says with a small smile. She winces when she hears the male curse, used to feeling an accompanying crack of a whip. She sits by Lorelei and looks distantly into the fire.

She sighs and then walks back. she gets her stuff out and unrolls it.