Jemal's Prisoners
Autumn
First Post
Celes silently falls to helping her spellslinging comrade with the mundane chores of collecting fuel and starting a fire. Language divides them, and in any case she has little desire for talk. It is a time for rest, for taking stock and trying to understand what has happened to her - what she has lost. The burden she has to bear is perhaps not as crushing as that of her fellow knight Eoghan; she has her honor and her self-respect intact still. But in the eyes of her peers, her society - first fallen, and now vanished. The glory and admiration she has always been used to... blown away like a candle flame in fate's capricious gale.
The simple work of stripping tinder from the walls and forming it into a fire is soothing in the face of such thoughts. She gives a nod of acknowledgment to Mei-Ying as she ignites the small blaze, and then settles by its side to watch the flames dance and savor the smells of cooking.
The simple work of stripping tinder from the walls and forming it into a fire is soothing in the face of such thoughts. She gives a nod of acknowledgment to Mei-Ying as she ignites the small blaze, and then settles by its side to watch the flames dance and savor the smells of cooking.
