Hunting for Food 2

[Allen †]

Eragon walked into the forest. "Day number two." He thought. He looked around for any game. His stomach was grumbling.

[Christine Le' Faye]

Christine had been walking with him. She giggled as she heard his stomach grumble. "Eragon was that you?"she giggled walked ahead of him.

[Allen †]

Eragon flushed. "Soz sorry." He said, embarassed. "I think it was me. "

[Christine Le' Faye]

Christine smiled and patted his shoulder "It's okay...don't be embaressed" she smiled

[Mira Nightingale]

((I’m here, Eragon! I’ll just pretend I was with you the whole time, lol))

Mira had been walking with Eragon and his friend Christine through the forest for some time now. Eragon had told her they would go hunting some time, after she had asked him all about it. Now she was actually going, even though she still was very nervous.

She hadn’t been able to get any of her brothers clothing, or even get out of the house wearing anything but a dress. So she was dressed as casually as her parents would allow her to be, wearing a white button down blouse and a dark purple skirt. On her feet were the comfortable, leather soled shoes Verdan had conjured for her at the stables a few weeks ago.

When Eragon’s stomach grumbled, her and Christine started giggling. “Hungry?” she asked him amid her soft laughter before she shook her head softly. “You’ll need to catch something to eat soon if you want your stomach to stop grumbling.”

[Allen †]

Eragon laughed and drew his sword. "Well, I forgot my bow and arrow. So I'll have to hunt with this." He said, sighing.

[Mira Nightingale]

“Going to spear a rabbit on your sword?” she asked him with a chuckle, as she withdrew a knife from a sheath hidden in the folds of her skirt. “I have a knife. You can use it if you want. I don’t really… know how to use weapons.” she added after a moment, flushing just a little at her inability to do what everyone else could. “I’m all right with a bow and arrow, since my parents let me practice with them, but other than that…” she trailed off, since she had made her point.

A rustling sound came from the bushes a few meters away, and Mira turned and eyed the spot even after the movement had stopped. “Think something is in there?” she asked softly, not wanting to scare away whatever it was.

[Allen †]

Eragon frowned. Saphira landed with a thump beside him. She sniffed. Skunks. If you want them, kill them in one blow, Eragon or they would suffocate you. And I brought your bow and arrow, dim-wit. She chided and opene her jaws. The bow and quiver of arrows dropped to the ground softly. The rustling continues. Eragon picked it up slowly. He nocked an arrow and it went zipping through the air, then the rustling shot. Eragon heaved a HUGE sigh of relieve. "Good thing... It's a skunk." He went into the bushes and brought out a skunk with an arrow stuck to its head. "Now, who wants to cook it?"

[Mira Nightingale]

Mira watched the encounter between Saphira and Eragon with quite a bit of interest, since she couldn’t hear what the dragon was saying. Then, Saphira spit out his bow and arrow, Eragon nooked an arrow, and let it fly into the bush. There was a soft rustling noise, and then another soft thump of the animal dropping dead. Mira smiled softly to herself, rather impressed with Eragon’s skill with a bow and arrow.

The boy went into the bushes and came out holding… a skunk. Mira wrinkled her noise before she realized that there was no smell coming from it. “Ew, we’re eating that?” she whined, taking a hesitant step backward.

[Allen †]

"Well, its dead. We'll have to. Now who wants to cook it?" He repeated his question. Eragon looked at them. "I will do it then..." He sighed and cut some wood before rubbing them to make a small fire. Then he spit-roasted the skunk, looking miserable.

[Mira Nightingale]

Mira certainly didn’t want to cook the skunk. She also certainly didn’t want to eat it. But Eragon seemed to give her no choice as he set about preparing a fire and a spit to roast the skunk. Too soon the skunk was on the spit, roasting over the open fire. The smell it gave off… was almost entirely unpleasant. For a moment she almost wished she was back at home eating delicious roasted pork, or stuffed goose, or a fresh salad. Then again, the keyword was almost.

Mira delicately settled herself on the ground, looking over at Christine who hadn’t said a word in quite a long while. “Come on Christine.” she said, motioning for the girl to come over. Looking back at Eragon she eyed the skunk. “How about you have the first taste?” she asked him after a moment, deciding that she wasn’t going to be the first one.

((Eragon, you know that you can change your rank from Militia to something better, right? PM Cain and he’ll make it higher up the skill tree.))

[Allen †]

((I know, Mira! Thank you! ))

Eragon winked at her. "I have a trick." He went into the woods and came back a moment later, with a few pieces of leaves, some grass and some crushed pine leaves. "Hmmm..." He said thoughtfully, then went to get a hollow log. He scattered the pieces of leaves and grass in the log and inserted the skunk into the log. He started roasting it again. A nice smell of roasted beef floated in the air. "Now it'll smell more like cows. I mean beef, that is." he laughed. "Sorry, just my little joke." When it was done, he pulled it out and tore a little piece off and ate it. "Taste like chicken to me." He grinned.

[Mira Nightingale]

“It smells like beef and it tastes like chicken.” Mira repeated, shaking her head just a little as she watched Eragon just rip a piece of skunk off the smoldering carcass with his bare fingers and shove it into his mouth. Flinching just a little, she realized that hunting for your own food and then cooking it and eating it yourself didn’t involve chefs, pots and pans, plates, or even forks and knives. Hunting was truly roughing it, which was something she wasn’t used to.

Clenching her teeth together to keep herself focused, she leaned forward and gripped a hunk of meat just out of the place Eragon’s fingers had touched. Attempting to rip it off, she succeeded after a long moment of pulling, and then stared at the blackened piece of carcass that was now in her hands. “Here I go…” she murmured softly, opening her mouth to take a bite.

[Allen †]

"How isit?" Eragon asked. "Not so bad, isn't it?" He smiled and ate another piece. "Hey Christine, eat some." He bekoned to Christine.

[Christine Le' Faye]

Christine loooked at him playfully. "Oh yeah? Why don't you make me?" she winked.