#rescuemiriam

"I'll take first."

"Oh, sorry," Caspian says "We can take some if you like, the field of dread keeps most out, but sure."

August nods. "Third."

"Mid watch it is then" the Eshu shrugs, "Fruitcake anyone? The Dreaming has SO much left over fruitcake"

"Ah.... sure?"

"Is this where it comes from? I've heard tales."

He offers a chunk to the Liam, and then to the Fiona. More than enough "I'm not sure but it would explain it wouldn't it."

"I had some travel snacks in my bag...." He rummages through; granola bars and jerky.

A meal of Fruitcake, granola bars, and jerky is shared.

She takes her portion and enjoys it, looking around at the cave...she seems to have abandoned her previous dourness, for now.

It is easy to sleep here, easy to relax. And when/if the others settle to sleep, Coradel feels herself unwind. She is ready for trouble, but no trouble comes.

August finds a corner on the floor, and will take a blanket. He curls up, facing the wall, and lays still.

She sits her watch, sometimes checking the mouth of the cave, sometimes examining the crystals, sometimes visiting the fishes.

She looks over at August's sleeping figure frequently, but calmly...not with the tension she felt before.

A yearning, but not an agony.

Time can be hard to measure, but at last she feels it is time to wake the Eshu. A last glance at August. He is so handsome, but more than that, he is... it is good to see that in his sleep he too is relaxed. his stress gone.

She pauses, and blows a wistful kiss in August's direction, then goes to wake the eshu. "Caspian...it's your watch," she whispers, touching his shoulder lightly.

"Oh, yes" He stirs, and rises from the hammock, offering it to her, "Enjoy."

A glance again towards August, then she nods and accepts the hammock, slipping into it easily and settling in to rest.

August sleeps worry free, and that in itself is ..pleasant. then there is , finally, "August. You wanted third watch?"

He comes awake quickly and nods. "Yes." a whisper. He rolls to his feet, standing. "Blanket?" He offers.

"thanks... don't mind if I do." He nods and crashes

August glances once, quick, at the hammock, and paces away to take his post.

For August, the eyes maybe drawn to the slumbering Fiona, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes, the way her lips part to let the wind from her lungs out as if she were making little kisses to the above. But he tries to focus and do his duty first and foremost. Just one more peek back? yes, she's Still gorgeous. Now back to duty.

He makes himself turn his back and watch the mouth of the cave, sets himself a patrol to check the back of it occasionally, watch the sky become lighter.....

And then he hears it... a hunting horn? From outside the cave in the distance.

He goes immediately to the entrance, keeping himself hidden from view, and watches.

He feels a bit nervous again. And notices a deer, racing for her life. Laughter follows as...Leanhaun hunting party. "Get her, get her"

"Come on, girl... come on. In here...." He whispers, watching.

She starts to turn that way, but the fear of the cave... she balks and they gain.

"In here..... come on...."

A cantrip might help, or might betray his location.

He watches, thinking.

With a frustrated huff, he leaves to nudge Caspian. "Wake up. Something's happening." And then, using the space he gained, takes a few running steps and a jump to bunk and tries to Hopscotch the deer into the cave.

OOC Ok. Wayfare 1, Fae 1?

YOINK! And the deer lands confused in the cave staggers and she gasps. Frustrated sounds outside... Capsian rubs his eyes "Doe? A deer? A female deer?"

And the deer shkes her head No at the comment

August immediately is back on guard at the entry, keeping out of sight.

As with them, the inside seems to comfort, and the deer's breathing, once panicked calms.

The noises they make are enough to wake her, and she sits up a bit in the hammock, peeking over the side. "Trouble?"

August keeps his eyes on what scene outside the cave.

There's a deer in the cave

"Not sure." Softly.

The Leanhaun horns grow dimmer, cursing gone with it.

"It claims not to be a deer.. I think." Caspian says

"I don't.... think.... so."

She slips easily out of the hammock, and goes first to the cave entrance to listen to the departing horns, then looks to the deer. "Well...hello."

the deer bows, yes, bows, a kneel of sorts

August stands from where he crouched, turning to the others. "It's close to dawn, anyway."

She blinks, then curtsies deeply in return.