Post by elkifasi on Sept 22, 2019 5:38:25 GMT -5
Etta walked into the forest, pausing a moment to enjoy the sensory paradise. The bright sunshine came slanting through the trees, creating a dappled shade that looked, and felt, beautiful. A thick carpet of leaves and pine needles provided padding for her bare feet and, further away, a stream could be heard, chuckling cheerfully over the rocks in its acquaintance. Birds sang softly in the trees, calling to friends to come and enjoy whatever they'd found while a cricket chirped lazily from his hiding place.
Etta breathed in the delicious scent of nature and continued, looking about with delight at her surroundings while keeping a watchful eye out for others at the same time. The Rangers were a sneaky group and they delighted in catching friends unaware.
Etta grinned at the thought. Friends. She loved being a part of the close knit group. She was no Ranger but they'd accepted her none-the-less. Whoever said the fastest way to a man's heart is through their stomach was a very wise person. Not that it had been that easy. Knights might be snared with a nice pie but Ranger's were more cautious. They needed at least three nice pies each, along with a large amount of coffee.
Arriving at the clearing, she approached the large table and produced her contributions to the meal. Actually, meal was an understatement. This was going to be closer to a banquet.
Looking around and noting that she was the first one here, she left the pies, cheeses and muffins covered while she set about chopping the veges and fruit that needed the treatment, arranging them on the platter so they formed a mosaic of an autumn branch, snapped off by the wind.
Satisfied with her work, she started building a fire pit, placing any suitable stones to the side for later use. She ventured a dozen times into the forest for firewood, stopping only when she had a sizeable pile beside her pit.
When the fire was crackling merrily, she put the rocks in to heat up and widened the pit a bit more while she waited.
Once the rocks were red hot, she carefully transferred them into the pit, laying wet sacks on top and around the edges, then the meat baskets and root veges before adding more wet sacks and covering the whole lot with dirt, making sure everything was packed tightly so the steam wouldn't escape.
Her tasks complete for the moment, she sat down and leaned against a tree with her book and her dog.
Now all she needed to do was wait for her friends to show up.