Laughter booms over the lake side all of sudden and Briannon looks over her shoulder as kneding dough for pies with blackberries they picked on the way. Birchald was standing in knee deep water of the lake, with pride as raising his catch, a 15 pounds heavy and large trout, for her to see it. Her eyes went wide of surprise and she laughs "When will we eat it, for the lawns sake?!" she shouts to him, just as he started removing the scales and insides while in water still.
- "Well, rest we will return to waters! Just as it should be done." - Birchald shouts back, as working with focus.
Briannon laughed a little and left dough to rest, then drizzled a spoon of honey over the blackberries in wooden bowl, shooing away bees that started to zoom around her special cake that she just made up. She shoo's them with wooden spoon away, but then even more come and start zooming even more as she wafts with her hands and wooden spoon that she dipped in honey.
Suddenly from lake Birchald laughs and shouts.
- "It is not time for dancing, my sprite?! Or it is??!" -
- "I am...not..dancing!!" she waves with spoon as if sword and hits few bees and gnats away, already sweating in this hot day, even tough she is in deep shadow under oak trees. - "Bees..and..gnats..!" she shouts back as keeping the guarding stance with spoon as a weapon, while her eyes follow movements of bees intently.
She hears his laughter and laughs with him, and sits back next to fire, tending the dough again. Making it flat she fills it with blackberries and nips it with fingers to close it as if dough is pocket. As done, with wooden stick she spreads embers and clears out all enflamed branches to left, placing little pocket pies on the hot ash she covers them with a pot, so it does not touch the dough, then spreads embers and branches around and on the pot that they usually use for stew or soups. Now all that is left was to wait and see.
Soon enough, Birchald was done with cleaning his catch, and returned to their little campsite under oak trees near Everclear lakes. He raised one sided tent, with bedrolls and blankets set on soft grass, under deep shade of trees, on other side he placed another for their bags and to hide flame of fire, as smoke will be dispersed under the branches of mighty oaks over them.
Both were precautions of nature, used on life on road, digging deep enough holes for campfire, clearing out any dry grass or branches so fire would not be spread, placing tents to advantage points, with protected back with tree or rocks, making sure there is enough firewood for whole night and morning. Her sword was always placed neatly on the bedroll, ready to be used. With days as they are, with brigands and bad lot from south and north, they were very precautions, but still enjoying the sun.
Till evening all was done, trout was cooked on the spits around fire, and blackberries pocket pies where well done, sweet, and sour, powdered with ash from fire. Stuffed they just lied down on the bedrolls as staring into Bree hills and lakes covered in colors of summer sunset, enjoying the moment.
- I could stay here forever - Briannon said as she intertwined her fingers with his..
