Miz'ri awoke early, the tiny room she shared with Sig still dark as an abyss. She tossed off the large woolen cloak she called a blanket (stolen off a random clothesline after Rook made her assist Giibi with a laundry job) and stood up off the thin mat that was their bed with a yawn. By the sounds coming from the next room, Rook was awake as well, but there was no time to worry about that! There were things that needed doing under the cover of darkness! Secret things! Sacred rituals not for the eyes of the others!
Miz'ri knelt and fished around under a half rotted floorboard, retrieving a flat ended thimble with tiny runes painstakingly carved around the rim. She pricked her thumb on a nail and set to work filling the small bowl, chanting quietly as her lifeblood dripped into the small vessel. It was filled in no time, and as she began another incantation, the blood transformed into a thick black mist that spilled over the sides until it was empty. Happy with the results, she hid the thimble again and crawled back into bed to snuggle with Sig.
She awoke sometime later to bright sunlight streaming through the cracks in the walls and the sounds of people and carts going by outside. Inside the Hidey-Hole, as Giibi liked to call it, was dead silent. Miz'ri rolled away from Sig, and sat up, stretching her arms above her head and he legs out in front of her. She stood and gently shook her bedmate. "Sig... Sig..." she cooed softly, "time for waking up!" Miz'ri paused, but after a moment of Sig just continuing to snore, she was through playing nice. How dare he ignore her and continue sleeping?!
Miz'ri crawled back onto the mat and leaned over Sig. "Sig?" she leaned forward and roughly prodded his nose with her small finger. No response. "Oi!" a second rough poke followed the first. "OI!" she repeated with a third poke as Sig's eyes lazily fluttered open. "Awake now yes?" Miz'ri sat back and crossed her arms, scornfully glaring down at Sig. "Good!" she snipped. "Have things to do! Can sleep later!" She stood and smoothed out her dress, all the while keeping a sharp eye on Sig to make sure he didn't go back to sleep.
Once satisfied with her appearance, Miz'ri stood in the doorway with a cross expression on her face. She tapped her foot as her impatience grew greater and greater until Sig joined her. "Breakfast?" she inquired expectantly. She was hungry damn it! And that meant it was Sig's job to find food.
Miz'ri knelt and fished around under a half rotted floorboard, retrieving a flat ended thimble with tiny runes painstakingly carved around the rim. She pricked her thumb on a nail and set to work filling the small bowl, chanting quietly as her lifeblood dripped into the small vessel. It was filled in no time, and as she began another incantation, the blood transformed into a thick black mist that spilled over the sides until it was empty. Happy with the results, she hid the thimble again and crawled back into bed to snuggle with Sig.
She awoke sometime later to bright sunlight streaming through the cracks in the walls and the sounds of people and carts going by outside. Inside the Hidey-Hole, as Giibi liked to call it, was dead silent. Miz'ri rolled away from Sig, and sat up, stretching her arms above her head and he legs out in front of her. She stood and gently shook her bedmate. "Sig... Sig..." she cooed softly, "time for waking up!" Miz'ri paused, but after a moment of Sig just continuing to snore, she was through playing nice. How dare he ignore her and continue sleeping?!
Miz'ri crawled back onto the mat and leaned over Sig. "Sig?" she leaned forward and roughly prodded his nose with her small finger. No response. "Oi!" a second rough poke followed the first. "OI!" she repeated with a third poke as Sig's eyes lazily fluttered open. "Awake now yes?" Miz'ri sat back and crossed her arms, scornfully glaring down at Sig. "Good!" she snipped. "Have things to do! Can sleep later!" She stood and smoothed out her dress, all the while keeping a sharp eye on Sig to make sure he didn't go back to sleep.
Once satisfied with her appearance, Miz'ri stood in the doorway with a cross expression on her face. She tapped her foot as her impatience grew greater and greater until Sig joined her. "Breakfast?" she inquired expectantly. She was hungry damn it! And that meant it was Sig's job to find food.
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