Efforts

The movements the stranger made allowed her to insinuate he was attempting a fire. Her eyes scanned him head to toe, concluding that the woman with him must also be military. Either that, or his companion in the most fulfilling ways. The man didn’t dare stare at her too long, which brought her a sense of comfort; but what it truly did was prove further he was the life she should attempt. His intentions with her, at the very least, were pure.

Her vision darted between the beckoning flames and him. She should have helped him start the fire, but aiding with that might hurt a man’s ego. Following his movements to the beast that carried his belongings, she tried to swallow. Her mouth was dry- the feeling it provided was similar to the fibers of cotton clinging to her gums and inner cheek. Moving her mouth in a circular motion to try and coax any liquid, the task was found unhelpful. A breath of gratitude escaped when she realized what he fetched for her.

When he kneeled to possibly help her in the mundane efforts of drinking, she followed his lead. Clearing her throat, Celestia eyed the waterskin; shaky hands reached up to it, and her breathing expressed excitement for this feeling to be rectified. From the strangers view, Celestia’s slender neck was in plain sight- along with a profound bone structure; the décolleté dress allowed eyes to roam her body.

Grasping at the waterskin, her focus became dedicated to settling her shaky hands.