Look at Me. I am the Camper Now. (Gem)

[Qit'ria]

Ashan 3, 719

Qit'ria was down by the lake, her bundled up ball of joy bouncing in her lap. The ghost woman was looking out over the lake, pondering on the reflection of the moons upon its perfectly smooth surface. It had been twenty three trials since she'd died. She looked off to her right, down the coast of the lake. She could see the spot where she'd died. It still brought her great grief to look upon it. A pain in her shoulder where her arm was ripped off shot through her. She remembered laying there, blood and bodies all around her. The blood was her own, the bodies were the undead she'd managed to put down. But something didn't add up... She had been killed, and yet, there had been no mention of more undead making their way to Faith. What happened to them? Her fists were clenching when Caza piped up. "Ama!"

Qit'ria broke into a smile, completely forgetting about where she'd die. "Yes little Blackbird, Mama's here." She rubbed her nose to her daughter's finishing the thought. I'll always be here. Qit'ria looked down to see that the lake's tide had come in. She hadn't even noticed it, hadn't felt the water or coolness. It was so strange to see how such small things could go unnoticed in death. She stood up, stepping away from the lake, holding Caza close. She saw the little girl's breath fog in the air, but the baby seemed unfazed. After all, Faith had made her some of the warmest clothes possible.

Looking off to the left, she saw a campfire down the way. Qit missed warmth. She felt no heat, no cold. Just nothingness. It was lonely, but not from people. She felt lonely from the world around her. "Bragaba!" Qit'ria smiled at her daughter's enthusiasm. Might as well go say hi. Qit hadn't been the most sociable creature in life, but in death, she was trying to be. At least, for her daughter's sake. She suspected that Caza would be saying words soon. Real ones. If only Yeye could be here to see that.

Qit'ria walked toward the campfire, seeing a couple people sitting around it, cooking something. Qit missed food too. She never ate like a queen, but she still enjoyed it. She missed tasting things, smelling things. She missed the pangs of hunger she would feel, to spur her on to go hunting. It was strange, having no survival instincts, no yearning to keep going. No selfish purpose. Her only role in this life was to raise her daughter now.

As Qit got closer to the fire, she held Caza protectively away from the man and woman there. "Hello. I eat you." She saw the color drain from their faces, when Caza decided to help as well. She roared like a little bear cub, flailing her arms. "Please."

The sight of a transparent woman, carrying a black skinned, red eyed baby asking to eat them was apparently too much for the young lovers. They screamed and ran off to the road, heading toward the city proper. Qit'ria was confused by their reaction. She'd just wanted to join them. She hadn't even tried to be scary. And Blackbird wasn't that scary yet, try as she might. City people are weird.

She moved over, sitting down on a log, watching some sort of stew simmer in a pot. Frowning. She wanted nothing more in the world than to try eating it. To smell it again. But instead, she could only just watch.

[Geminius Rose]

There were a lot of reasons that Gem culd have been out here in the middle of...well, not nowhere, but nowhere near where he usually was and that was because he couldn't sleep. Simple enough when he thought about the words if he were to speak them, but for the Nyvora-marked they meant much something more than a throwaway comment in a conversation. In fact, the bags under his eyes were heavy enough to reflect trials of insomnia. Or, forced alertness to avoid sleep. Or go without sleep long enough to avoid dreaming. Which, rarely worked, but there was nothing wrong with trying.

The lake was breathtaking, to be sure. But the tranquility of it was short-lived. It was obviously a popular spot to simple go - which meant more people and they were sufficient enough distraction. Totrial, though, he wasn't looking for it. It was the screams that solidified this idea and he considered turning right around and heading back to the city.

"No sleeps yet, Gemstone. It's too early." The humming of her wings were close, too close - she was right by his ear. Had he not been aware of the Emean fairy, he might have swatted at her. Her appearance was compellingly insect-like enough to do so, but he knew well enough that she would go right through his hand. "'m not sleeping." He couldn't be sure of the truth in that objection.

"You told me to make sure you stay awake, so I'm doing it. Though, it is a heinous idea. Absolutely ridiculous."

Gem hummed, not quite paying attention now. His feet had continued to carry him forward without direction of otherwise, bringing him to the surprise of a Nightmare. But he wasn't sleeping. Squinting, he frowned. "So I might not be awake, and you've failed your one job, Thraldi."

[Qit'ria]

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Qit'ria wasn't sure how long she sat there, watching that stew bubble, yearning to experience every bit of it. But soon, she heard voices. How strange it was that she could hear things and yet not feel others. Being a ghost made no sense to the woman. She squeezed little Caza, who pointed at a man's approach. "Glargbargalu!"

Qit'ria kissed the top of Caza down covered head, "Yes little Blackbird. Glargbargalu." Qit'ria turned on her seat to face the person's approach. She called out to them, unaware of the strange, echoing quality of her voice. It was simply a thing that happened with ghosts, but usually went unnoticed to them. "Hello! Good night! I eat this! You help?"

Caza was squirming, so Qit'ria's hand gesture that was meant to be directed at the soup could easily be confused for indicating the child. Qit put her child down on the blanket that the couple before had left. Caza began to crawl about, with great vigor, and Qit'ria watched with a bright smile. Her baby girl was true perfection. The greatest thing she'd ever accomplished in life, and the reason for her to linger after death.

And while Qit'ria had started teaching her daughter words and shapes, mostly be walking around pointing at things and speaking to the girl, she'd have to start teaching her more important lessons. Survival skills in this world. Her own mother started teaching her when she was a mere three arcs old. But Qit would start Caza immediately. The girl needed to be strong, stronger than herself.

Because Qit couldn't bear the thought of seeing her die.

And she would be a better mother than her own. She would teach Caza properly. Teach her how to dance with spirits, to live off the land, to respect the world's bounties and dangers. To learn to make a few close friends, make them family, and protect them with everything she had.

"You my world, Blackbird."

"Raglalaga!"

[Cervantez]

☠ Look at Me. I am the Camper Now. ☠

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Points awarded: 15 {For the ghosty stuff}

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