A short Interlude
Among the dust the fire crackled as it chewed through the dry brush and dead wood. Above the dancing flames a vast tapestry of the night sky was laid out, filled with a thousand thousand glittering stars.
Around the fire four figures sat. The night was long and none felt the pull of sleep quite yet.
“It’s funny-strange,” spoke Felrix as she laid back and stared up at the star filled sky, a thin trail of smoke rising from the small cigar clenched between her fangs, “I don’t feel-feel fear of the open sky...I don’t scent-know if I did...” she paused a moment before forcing the painful truth out, “when-when I was me...”
“And yet you are still afraid of clowns, de-caff, and sudden skeletal visages,” Doc Bones mused as he whittled away on a piece of wood, which had begun to take the appearance of an effigy of the hawk god Phakth.
The Skaven bounty huntress shuddered slightly.
“Mighty fine work, Doc,” the Prospector commented as he continued to sharpen his pick, “though truth be told, you have that darn tendency to surprise gentlefolk with that skull face of yours. So the response is pretty universal.”
“Nonsense, Henry,” chuckled Doc Bones, “I have the bone structure of a true gods blessed king of Khemri, if any of you had any sense you’d be overjoyed to see this face!”
Eli-Nesz’s tail twitched in thought as he marked his bullets with glyphs of the Old Ones. “You’re a rare creature, Miss Brightfur,” he said at length, ignoring the growing debate on how finely sculpted Doc Bones’ skull was, “take it how you will. We’ve got a long ride ahead of us in the morning, so don’t spend all night fretting on what is you and what is not. The you that is here is you, so enjoy the stars.”
Felrix nodded and continued watching the stars above. A feeling of being so small and yet overcast by the majesty of the night.
The fire continued to crackle.
