"What was in that wine?" ChaCha practically winked. Was it the morning after or had it been longer? Oh, she really didn't want to think.
Only they were alone now. War either trotted off somewhere or became a mystic being and carried Corrin off like a little bird. Not that she nor Milo had been much help to the little vixen. Yet, she wasn't a crying infant, either.
"But what if..if we slept through something..we don't know?" Now Milo was jumping to conclusions. He got to his feet and ran out of the cave barefooted to meet the hot sand. ChaCha followed as her toes soon stung in the hot sand. It was true the cave was cool. Maybe they hadn't missed anything in the outside world.
"Do you think we might have...um..hybernated?" She asked as he was looking for the moon in the sky.
He remained even lipped. He shook his head. He did not know.
ChaCha sighed. She went to put the kettle on. She was certain they were both starving. Although, there was nothing in the cave to eat. Of course, her stomach growled. Honestly, she could go right back to slumber. She nursed her bottom lip. Milo wasn't back. She went to the entrance and squinted a peek in the bright sun. Sure the ocean was epically blue and the sands so white yet it gave her a headache to look outside.
Yes, she'd spent far too long in the dark by the firelight, studying walls of martial lingo and lore, meditating, maybe even dreaming. Of course, none of that was going to bring a huge drumstick. She looked to see what herbs might still be about to make a warm tea. But it might as well have been clouded water with grass. She made a face of disgust. Maybe she should look for more wine. They couldn't have drunk that much. Just as she was on her way to investigate, Milo arrived with the fish and even a few clams.
"Did you steal those?" It couldn't be possible.
Milo only smiled as if he couldn't tell her a secret. She would have to learn it on her own.