Entry #16: Again
FFxiv 30 Day Writing Challenge
Prompt #16: Ceruleum
Possible triggers: light blood
It was far enough past nightfall that most of the small sect of the Coeurl tribe was fast asleep, no motion or sound in the encampment, save for one lone, slender figure creeping about in the dark. She tiptoed through the sand, clutching the leather sack she carried close to herself with both arms, carefully cradling it against her chest with all the care one might hold a newborn baby. Struggling to see through the darkness with those slitted pupils, she crouched down and lifted the flap to one of the many tents, crawling inside as quietly as she could to avoid disturbing her sister who slept soundly on one side.
Kitty crawled toward the opposite side atop the pile of blankets and skins that comprised her bed, sitting cross-legged atop them and gently resting her sack next to her. She fumbled around in the dark for a moment before she managed to find a bottle of spirits and a roll of bandages. She splashed some of the alcohol onto her shoulder where she sported a bleeding cut across her skin, fortunately not too deep, though the stinging sensation of the wound being cleansed caused her to release her breath in a sharp, pained hiss.
Her sister’s feline ears twitched at the sound, the other Miqo’te stirring and pushing herself up onto her elbows to groggily look in the direction of Kitty’s bed, eyes half opened. “Therrrin? The fuck’re ya doin’?” she mumbled.
“Uh, nothin’, I jus’ sneezed,” Kitty answered in a quick whisper as she began to wrap the bandages around her shoulder. “Go back t’sleep.”
“Are ya stealin’ scrrrap metal again?” she muttered. Now that her vision had focused through the darkness, she glanced from the sight of C’therin bandaging herself to the sack that rested next to her upon her bed.
“What? No. No scrrrap metal. Prrromise,” she vowed, but her sister had already called her bluff, reaching across the tent to grab the sack. “Hey, stop that!” Kitty struggled to keep her voice down, grabbing the opposite side of the bag and tugging it back toward herself.
The two struggled briefly in their tug-of-war before the bag slipped from both their hands and landed upon the ground, a large jar of something bright and glowing blue rolling out of the sack onto the floor. With the whole tent illuminated in a fluorescent blue light, the two Seekers of the Sun simply stared at the jar in silence for a moment before one finally spoke up.
“Therrrin? Is that cerrruleum?”
“It might be,” she answered dodgily.
“Ya snuck inta the prrrocessin’ plant again?”
“I might have.”
“Hells, yer gonna blow us all up.”
“I will not, I swear it! I ain’t gonna blow anyone up! I won’t explode anything!”
“…again. Ya won’t explode anything, again.”
( @kitty-ffxiv )