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Event Log: The Hope of a Child

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the The Hope of a Child event
Where: All over the city!
When: January 23rd-Feb 1st
Warnings: Youths

By now, the gods have probably done enough weird crap to you while you're asleep for you to be a little suspicious- but it's not like you can just not sleep, especially when there are a few supernatural forces making your eyes droopy and your body feel heavy.

And now, when you fall asleep, you'll wake up somewhere else and you'll likely have quite a different temperament- you'll be younger, maybe a little more naive and innocent, and you won't exactly remember all the wild stuff that's happened to your adult self. Maybe now you'll be a little more trusting and emotional, hm? The gods could definitely use a little boost in power, and what better way to do it than to harness the power of overemotional kiddos!

Or maybe you aren't affected at all and find yourself surrounded by youths. What are you going to do when your best friend doesn't know how to cook for themselves? Or your bitter rival is throwing a temper tantrum because they broke their favorite toy? Nobody asked for this kind of responsibility, but think about what would happen if nobody was around to take care of these babies...

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Atem seems to ignore what she says and focuses on fixing the shiny on her head instead. He can be a little selfish at times too, despite of the grandiose displays of kindness, they are very real, but he also is human and he's set on making things fun rather than difficult. He stands and takes a look at his well done job as smiles at her.

"It looks good on you." He wonders if he would get scolded if anyone knew, maybe, but no one will. "Now..." He gives a tiny bow of sorts, "Princess, stay here while I look for something to make a fire and cook you that fish." Right, the fish.

If anyone knew...

No, Yehudit doesn't even want to fathom what someone would think if they saw someone like her wearing such a beautiful piece. That they might believe she stole it and do something much worse than scolding.

But defying Atem might be just as bad. And he's being so nice to her, calling her 'princess' like this is a game to him... and perhaps it is. So she ducks her head, unable to hide her flushed complexion or the slight hint of a smile on her mouth.

"Y-yes." Gently, she lifts her hands to the headpiece Atem had placed on her, not to remove it but just to touch. "Thank you. I... I shall wait here."

Both to get her bearings and rest. She's still feeling a little dizzy.

It is, unfortunately, nothing but a game. But, is there truly some harm in that? Maybe, if the circumstances were different, if Atem had the chance, he'd still pursue a way to help her in some way, to help her family. But, they are here, stuck in a place without time in which their encounter has been made possible against all odds. He sees no harm on making her smile while it lasts. She looks so miserable already.

He goes get some more clothes on himself before he wanders around the pool and those other scarce trees, there is but a few twigs and leaves, but, it should be enough, right? At least they are very dry.

Atem brings back all what he can carry and places it in front of her. He wasn't lying when he said he needed her to do this, because...

"Yehu-- I mean, Princess? Do you know how to lit a fire...?"

He's might be a little useless like that.

While she waits, it doesn't take much time for her clothes to dry. Well, dry enough. Her robes are still damp, but thanks to the dry heat of this climate, her thin underdress is at least wearable. Yehudit slips it on before Atem returns, wrapping the cape back over her shoulders again for comfort.

It's hard to forget the crown still on her head. It's heavy, but not unpleasantly so. She even crouches over the water to sneak a peak at her reflection for a brief moment when Atem arrives with burning material.

"Oh. I... I think I do. I saw my father make fire before..."

She glances to the waterside again, searching for a couple stones suitable to strike sparks with for flame.

In truth, he's never seen a couple of stones being used but, he will have to trust her. How come he doesn't know so much stuff? He should know everything!

Giving her a small nod, he looks with her, showing her his findings, tossing away the ones that might not work and bringing more.

Now that they may have collected a small collection of rocks, he sits kneels next to her, waiting for her to do her magic. This is so much fun, he can't wait to get back home and tell Mahad all about it, maybe he can even take her with him.

Some time later, Yehudit returns with a couple dry stones and some other material she had seen her people use to make fire with. There were many methods, but this one will have to do.

With their little setup prepared, Yehudit crouches on her knees and leans leans over a slab with some powdered wood chips she had chipped off a tree with the sharp edge of a rock. She is nothing if not resourceful, when she begins to strike the stones together over the powder and slab.

Something like this takes time. One would almost wonder if she knows what she is doing. However, any attempt to communicate with her goes unnoticed. This is her task right now, and she will finish it if it kills her. The only occasional distraction is the crown sliding a little down her forehead, which she promptly pushes back up before she continues.

Several minutes pass between striking the stones and fanning the heat. Thanks to the dryness of this environment, however, it isn't as long as she expected before she notices a spark of ember catch on the powder.

"Ah!" She fans it some more with her hands, the tiny spark glowing as she does so. Finally, she looks to Atem, nodding her head at a round up bundle of dried up dead grass she had also collected from the area.

Pass the grass, please.

Atem look at her with such interest as a cat would be observing its little prey, his eyes wide open taking everything in. He's marveled at all the things that seem so strange to him. How come he never wondered how they turned on the ovens in the kitchens, for example? He should probably pay more attention to the things he's given for granted, they seem so interesting to learn.

But just as time passes and there is nothing happening, the young prince starts growing a little impatient. His hair might be still a little damp, and it only makes it feel so damn hot, maybe he should go for another swim, the water was cool and nice and--

It's not until Ravine makes a sound that he notices the very subtle smoke that comes from the tinder. Oh, he missed it!

A little more excited, although a little confused, he reaches for the grass and gives it to her.

"How did you do that!?" Is it magic? No, of course not, magic would have been faster!

Yehudit doesn't answer right away, taking the dried grass in one hand while retrieving a sharp-edged river rock to scoop the ember up with the powder. This takes concentration, okay?!

Sliding the glowing powder into the grass, she cups her hands together and begins blowing into the bundle, a task that takes all of her focus now. A little bit of smoke rises from between her hands, and then more, and then a lot with many more sparks of ember. Atem might catch some of that smoke in his face in the slight wind shift, then--

Pwoof!

Flames burst in Yehudit's own hands, as she calmly places it into the pile of twigs and leaves. She waits for the fire to catch and spread, occasionally blowing into it some more until they have an effective cookfire going.

"I, ah... I wasn't even sure that would work, to tell you the truth," Yehudit finally says with a broad smile. Yay, she did it!

Atem coughs and moves away from the smoke that so rudely got on his face! But he cannot keep his frown for long, not when he sees the fire in Yehudit's hands! There is worry and excitement washing over him.

"Are you okay? Did you burn yourself?" He tries grabbing her hands and looking at them, but he also has to stare at the fire. It's such an awesome feat.

"Yehudit, you're so talented... Can you teach me? After you have eaten?"

Oh, right! The fish! He goes grab the shawl, which, thankfully, is not moving anymore. He is tempted to let her cook it, since, he's never done something like that either, but, she looks so tired. It must not be difficult. Surely, he can do this alone.

His concern for her is flattering. While Yehudit wasn't entirely without companionship back home, kindness isn't always something she inherently expects from people. Sometimes she'll get a flicker of a thought or a vision she's not supposed to see, but her abilities are only budding, and that scares her a lot. It scares her more that she can't share her secret with just anyone, for fear of being deemed mad or possessed...

"I can, if you want..."

After everything he's done for her so far, how could she tell him no?

Yehudit hesitates when Atem goes to retrieve the fish in the shawl, as she reaches for the sharp narrow rock she had collected from the riverside. "Do you know how to gut these? I can do it if you don't."

She is tired, and the hunger doesn't help, but she's had to push herself through pangs like this before and she managed to survive.

Gut... Gut? For real? Gut the fish?

Gut.

Ew.

"Just guide me through it." He gets the rock from her — a knife should be better but this will have to do — he unfolds the shawl and... oh dear, look, a dead fish. This should be nothing.

For real.

Yehudit thinks, though.

"There may be a better way." She takes a narrow stick and hands it over to Atem. It's probably a good thing that he's helping her now, for many reasons. "Here. Use the rock to sharpen the tip."

Atem does as told, making the tip as sharp as possible. It might not be too hard to guess what he will be doing with it, but he still waits for her guidance. He doesn't want to make a mistake and disappoint her.

When he believes the task is done, he lifts it proudly for her to see.

"What now?"

She makes a face, clearly not favoring this part of the process.

"You must... run it through, with the pointy end." Yehudit gesticulates at the sharpened tip of the stick. "Starting from the mouth, then out from the... tail end."

At this point she almost wishes they had set the fish free before leaving it to suffocate on land. She can't help but feel guilty for its suffering, but the only thing worse they can do now is to waste what precious life it gave them.

That sounds a thousand ways better than gutting the thing, it's not the first time he's seen fish served whole after all, and it wouldn't be the first time he's eaten it that way either. It's better for him, maybe not so much for Yehudit.

It goes smooth at least, fish are squishy even in this world and thankfully they are mostly bloodless too. He doesn't need to be told what else to do, he could probably look for suitable twigs to put the stick on but he instead holds it over the fire as close as he can, all his attention on it. There isn't much else to do but to cook this fish, is there?

Sooner than later it starts smelling different and looking different, it'll be done soon.

Even without the blood, Yehudit could stomach watching this better. She should have made something so Atem wouldn't have to keep holding it the whole time, but he doesn't seem to have any complaints.

Instead, she goes and searches for some large leaves or flat rocks to set the fish on once it's done, and carve it up with the stone Yehudit had given to sharpen the stick.

By the time the meat is cooked, she's gathered what she could find and sets everything down so Atem will have someplace to transfer the fish onto. She decides to use her shawl to cover the flat rock.

It can't get any dirtier than it already is, anyway.

Atem would have prefered for the to stay put and rest, but cannot stop her, can he? Nope, he has a fish to look over.

"You could have eaten it from the stick," He says as he "plates" it on the shawl, carefully with help of another stick. He manages at least, he's always had dexterous hands. "Be careful, it's hot." He should know it, he burnt the tip of his fingers trying to get it off the first stick.

( ooc: a thousand times* i dont even)

Nope, she would have gone regardless, if only because she has trouble staying still for long.

Yehudit glances up at Atem sheepishly at his comment, before ducking her head. The crown keeps slipping down her forehead so she has to push it back up, but doesn't have the heart to remove it yet. It's nice. This is nice. She likes having the companionship of another, even if it's someone she never would've expected to even see her, let alone cook food for her.

As she goes to grab the fish, her eyes dart up to Atem again.

"Don't you want some...?"

After all, he caught it for her. He must be hungry too, right?

Atem shakes his head a little, "No, I'm good. It's all yours."

The fish is all hers, sure, he caught it, but he did it for her. If he's hungry or not, he can wait. He keeps his eyes on her, as if expecting her to start eating.

Much as she wants to insist, Yehudit can't deny her own hunger. She gives Atem an appreciative look, smiling as she holds the stick in both hands before sinking her teeth into the scales of the fish.

Not too fast, she can almost hear her father's voice telling her. You may--

But Yehudit stops, jaw clenched a moment as she already feels her stomach turn. It only lasts a few seconds, before the feeling passes.

"It... It's good," she finally tells Atem with a sheepish look, when she's no longer afraid of losing the food he so generously caught for her. "Tastes strange, but it's good."

She's used to making do without any fancy seasonings.

Fish has never been his favorite, so he totally believes her when she says it tastes strange, but he smiles widely at her when she begins eating, it's a very rewarding sight.

In which world is salt fancy, though?

"I'm glad. You seemed very hungry." He makes a little pause as he glances at his headpiece on her. "You should come live with me. You'd never be hungry again."

Salt is fancy enough to people who don't have it.

Yehudit pauses to stare at him, as if expecting Atem to be joking. When he doesn't follow it with good humor, she makes a small, crestfallen smile.

"I'd like that."

Even for a child, she knows that's not possible. But that's not the point.

It wouldn't be the first time that Atem offers her to come with him after all, (it probably also won't be the last) not that Yuhudit remembers at the moment. But at her answer, he smiles at her widely. He can already see himself taking care of her, making sure she's happy.

How naive.

If not for the time dilemma, it's almost appropriate due to the relationship between Egypt and Jerusalem at the moment Yehudit remembers. It doesn't matter, but that's not the point.

After a moment, she smiles back at Atem weakly, before she goes back to working on the fish. Truth be told, she's more ravenous than she expected... like she hadn't eaten in such a long time. Not that she could recall her last meal; she tries not to keep track. It's less sad that way.

Yehudit doesn't give much pause until she finishes the fish, completed with a burp.

Totally dignified compliment to the cook.

Watching her eat is quite the spectacle, it's like she hasn't eat in forever! He thinks is a little funny, unfortunately, unaware of how bad it's been for her. The child even giggles at her hardly sophisticated behavior. He can already see his uncle and Seth frown at him if he did that on the table.

"Should have gotten you two of those."

Event Log: The Hope of a Child

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