Campfires and Chats [FINISHED]

Ciera blinked in surprise, trying to understand Kestrel's behaviour. Her brain didnt work very well by that time, but she was used to this state of mind.

She purred, stretching a bit and chirped playfully "Pfff, juust dont become thhat much of a sofftie noww! Mpfh... You're actuallly vvery sooft!"

She relaxed on the floor, smirking and looking at Kes with her only healthy eye.

Most would have taken the comment given as a compliment. Kes on the other talon, didn't know what to think about it. Sure he regularly preened himself, and kept his feathers and fur as clean as he could, when he had the resources, but he'd never seen himself as being...soft.

A perked brow was the only thing that gave away his thoughts.

Taking a slow drag of his tea, Kestrel began to think about what to do next. What to say.

"Soft? I fail to see how I am being soft."

Ciera almost laughed " Yeep yooure sooft... Like a.... an epic
pillow! Itts a cool feelingg to touch youu.. Haah... Like yyoure some
kind of... soft cloth.... bbluh... I ccant really describe your
featherss anywwayyy!!" - she shrugged

Kestrel nodded slowly at the string of compliments...he'd never heard that set before. "Thanks, I guess" Kestrel mumbled taking another drag off of his tea.

"If you get tired, Tents got a bedroll and sleeping bag in it. Yours for the night if you want it." he added after a short bit of silence, then pouring himself another cup of tea.

She smiled, moving closer to Kestrel again, almost falling on him.

"Weeelll, give mme morre of that... f...t...sea.. or... teu... Whatever! That greeny stuff, and ill go lay on that bedthing....yea.. im pretty mucch tirred " she said, yawning.

Alcohol always made her sleepy, especially if she doesnt have interest in staying awake... Well, she thought that Kestrel is interesting... But still not enough, since that doesn't involve fights or drinks.

Kestrel was silent for a moment before reaching over and grabbing the tea kettle and pouring Ciera another mug of tea. The lasts drips of his refreshing tea into the mug she had.

"Drink up."

Ciera grabbed the mug and drank tea greedily.Then she laughed and fell on Kestrel.

"Yyeaaahh tthaank you cute one... Gget down here"

She tried to pull Kestrel down to the ground, but only fell on the ground herself... She curled up, closing her eye, releasing a low growl before snoring. Well, not the worst place to fall asleep...

Kestrel scoffed a bit and finished cleaning up after dinner, washing the dishes used and making sure the fire was low enough to not be a threat.

Hearing a snore, the griffon turned and looked at the curled up female that had joined him this fine evening. She looked a bit more at ease now, and her rather straightforward flirting had finally come to a close.

"Three hours, fifteen minutes. Not bad for a rookie." Kestrel thought to himself as he moved to secure his cookware and any unused things. he was quiet as he did so, respectful of the slumbering Griffoness on the ground not but a few feet from him.

When all that was done Kestrel moved onto his next task. Getting the female into a proper bed. The wasteland got chilly at night, and despite his reputation Kes was not cruel. He'd offered the bed to the female, and he'd make sure she'd be in it.

Carefully, so as not to wake her. Kestrel maneuvered Ciera up and onto his back. Shifting a bit to get comfortable with the weight, he then silently padded forward into his tent, pulling the flaps out of the way as he moved into what served as his temporary home.

It was rather bland on the inside, only a large sleeping bag and a small trunk for his gear decorating the otherwise spartan abode. It wasn't much...but it was home.

Taking Ciera over to his sleeping bag, Kestrel unzipped the side and then, carefully as he could placed her within it. It was an old, worn thing, but it was warm and soft. Its fabric now stained with the scent of its owner, a strange smokey cool spice that teased the sinuses in a odd way.

Had he managed to succeed in getting Ciera comfortable without waking her. He'd now take the time to do his final task for the evening.

Getting out of this damned suit he was in, and back into the armor he knew and trusted.

Ciera was too drunk to wake up. To notice the smell. But she purred happily- finally, a cozy place to sleep without any problems. All this softness made Ciera relax even more,now she snored loudly. She couldn't be happier- she got drunk, entertained and now offered something fluffy and warm to sleep on.

Kestrel flicked his gaze over his shoulder upon hearing Ciera's loud snores. Heh...well thats that done with then. Carefully so as not to make any noise, Kestrel began removing his armor. Piece by piece he set it down on the ground, and slid on his usual combat armor and all of the rest of his gear.

Then he moved out side, and found himself a place by the fire. Kestrel was many things, a killer, a hunter, a cold, calculating individual. But tonight, for the first time in a long while. Kestrel, was a gentleman. Ciera would be allowed to sleep on his bed, eat his food, drink his tea.

And he...he would lay by the low burning fire outside and sleep just as he always had; Light, and dreamless.