Anita
Waltzing over to the river, he knelt to splash the fast current of the stream onto the dishes. The water was ice cold against his skin and he began to feel shivers that coursed along his exposed torso once the gradual cool air swept by in a swift breeze. Haphazardly drying off the dishes, he strolled to the wagon where he rummaged around for the container that withheld the rest of the cooking utilities. "Have I ever told you, you have such a way with words?" He shot Ally a sideways smirk as a snicker escaped him. "But no, I can't sleep. I really tried but I just.. Can't seem to." His knowing smirk faded as quickly as it appeared, his gaze lingering on his hands for a split moment. He unknowingly zoned out for what must've been a minute before he shook his head frantically. Turning his attention to the scorning man, he simply shrugged; "Oh well, I'll be fine. Don't worry *Too much* About me, Sedura." With that retort, he casually reached within the bed of the wagon and retrieved his black tunic from a small bag of his belongings. "And since you're *Oh-so* Worried about me, I *Suppose* It'll be okay if you pulled the wagon lest we can't find that mane of yours." He closed his eyes contently as he slid the tunic over his head. How he could practically feel that scorching glare! Annoying him was certainly amusing but.. He really did ache with exhaustion from the mentioning of rest.His smile unknowingly dropped and his eyes bore onto the ground. His migraine had been killing him this entire time but the more he thought about his needs,the more he seemingly basked in the overwhelming soreness that surrounded him.. Thinking was the *Last* Thing he needed! Snapping back to reality, he reached within his bag, and perked up with a smile as he held up a small, journal-like book with a velvet, plum-coloured cover. 

"Ah! Well while you make yourself useful, I'll be enjoying myself." He forced a pained grin as he hopped on the bed of the wagon to sit criss-cross. *"Juohn."*
Sydney
Ally grit his teeth- there was *No point* In even getting upset! His skin crawled with irritation and he let out a slow breath, his eyes closing. He shouldn't be getting upset now especially because of this brute–a full stomach should be a happy time– although his stomach wasn't entirely filled so he'd just blame his mood on that. With a scorning look he pulled his gaze away from Dava who had made himself comfortable and glanced across the clearing, his ears twitching at the silence before he turned his amber glare to Dava– he really did look dead on his feet, that stupid grin had faded because he was so tired and in pain! He scoffed and rolled his eyes, some people just didn't know how to take care of themselves. Ally glanced at his hand, the cool breeze lapping over his aching palm, Dava definitely needed rest if the healing hadn't helped him more– or was Ally just being antsy? He gave Dava a blank look, his mouth swiveling into a frown and his brow raising. **"The only reason I'm worrying about you is because I'll need you to help move the wagon, whether we find the horse or not. Since you so *Graciously* Broke the wheels it will be worse than before trying to get through this weather, Vigilance might struggle pulling the wagon without the wheels *Breaking* Again. Trust me, I couldn't care less about *You*. If not for that you would have been crow food by now."**

He snapped, ranting longer than he intended. The wheels were definitely not going to be the same after that wear and tear, and the bars holding them on were definitely bent or splintering– plus they lacked some of the screws. How was he going to fix the wagon with no money! Was he going to be stranded in the north until he managed to actually fix the wagon and replace parts? There was no way he was risking that long trip, at least it would hold out until they got to Windhelm and he would admit, it was a fine repair job for what they had. He gave Dava a sour glare, he was going to be holding this grudge for a *Long time.* **"Anyways, if you have trouble falling asleep tonight I will *Happily* Accommodate you."** He sneered, before strolling towards the edge of the clearing to begin packing everything up. Once he found the horse they were leaving, Ally didn't care how tired he might be or how tired Dava would be, there was no way he's staying here longer then he needed, He grabbed the cooking set and brought it over to the wagon where Dava was sitting so irritatingly calm with a— *Book?* And his shirt back on, thank the Gods! Ally was starting to shiver just looking at him and *Imagining* How cold he was.

He heaved the cooking stand over the wagon and placed it down with a loud 'thump', his gaze drifting to the book in Dava's hand. His ears twitched slightly and he pulled his eyes away, letting out a yawn as he stretched his arms over his head. Don't tell him this *Idiot* Was going to read– write? What did he have the book for? He shook his head and shuffled through his belongings for a pair of gloves, and in the process threw his ring and necklace into one of the bags and threw it under one of the seats.

He reached around his neck and unclipped the golden ruby necklace before slipping it in Blitz's cage– he didn't want to, uh, risk eating it tonight so– but at the same time he didn't want Dava to take it. He glanced at Blitz who was still sitting on the tree, the mouse dropped and long forgotten as she itched her wings, every so often staring daggers at the two men. *I'll just wait until she calms down to put her back in the cage.* But while he waited, his eyes lingered over the book Dava had and he leaned against the wagon, was he like Ally? Did conversation make him tired? Did he read himself to sleep? *Was he going to sleep?* He really needed Dava too. *Go. To. Sleep.* **"What's that for?"** He sourly blurted, leaning against the wagon, dangling his hands over the edge into the wagon and pressing his face into his arms, his icy amber eyes peeping from behind his hands and ears perking.
Anita
He only snickered when he heard the clear frustration within Ally's voice and couldn't help the smile that began to form. He briefly glanced to the agitated Breton, watching him as he retrieved the cooking set. His makeshift quill was awkwardly clutched within his fingers as he stared at Ally thoughtfully. What to say.. Where to even *Begin..* He had a lot to say but *Where to start!* His ears drooped as he deafly listened to Ally rant in frustration and even his snarky remark blew straight past him as he continued to twirl the quill in his hand in thought. He couldn't care what that short little prude had to say, probably more complaints.. Sitting down felt relieving yet fatigue crept up his spine and all he could think about was how desperately he wanted to rest. *And yet, here he was, feeling inspired to write or.. At least vent a little.*

With his attention directed back towards the journal, he swiftly began to write at moderate pace. Writing always calmed him.. Even when he logged every annoying inconvenience or recalled a sorrowful memory, expressing it in this way.. Always brought him relief. When writing about the humiliation back at the inn, the brawl, even meeting that *Prude,* He didn't feel so bitter about it now. *Oh, you bet he was still sour about it but..* His eyes slowly drifted towards Ally once his quill paused against the parchment paper. For some reason, he couldn't find the.. *Words* To describe him.. He was just so.. *Confusing!* He nearly let out a bitter scoff but as he gazed back down to his set of couplets, his mind couldn't begin to think of any adjectives to describe him. Or at least.. What he thought of him now. He vented out every frustration in such little words—yet it wasn't even half of how he felt! He let out a small silent sigh, tapping the parchment in thoughtfulness. 

He jolted back, snapping out of his daze when he suddenly heard Ally's voice beside him. His ears pinned downwards, as he barely choked out; *"W-What?"*
Sydney
Ally narrowed his eyes, leaning against the wagon and feeling the wood press against his chest. His irritation melted into somewhat curiosity as he watched with narrowed eyes as Dava began to write. He leaned over a bit, tilting his head to look at the parchment as Dava stroked the quill back and forth across the page in such a delicate and memorizing manner, beautiful lines being left in place. He couldn't see what it said, he was too far away, but then again he doubted he'd be able to read it even if he was close enough. He took to watching Dava quietly for a moment as he got lost in his own writing, amber eyes just barely popping up from his arms and red hair sprawled over his face and arms. Annoying as he was, *Dava could write*? That was impressive even in Ally's mind, he adored watching people write and wished he could still do the same. His mind wandered off, his gaze memorized as he watched Dava write, his amber eyes turning somber after a while. He wondered what he was writing, he wished he could see- annoying as he was he'd still love to see. His notebook looked like a certain little *Someone's* He'd left behind. He remembered touching the soft pages, reading the fine little penmanship and laughing at all the outrageous ideas and random symbol- lys. He tilted his head and his eye lids lowered, he could plunge himself in that memory - and oh he did.

He remembered the dusty little notebook tucked away in his office, Filomena thought it would be safer next to Ally's papers, however she did not expect her father to have prying eyes. He read everything in that little notebook and would mess with the red-headed girl by ominously quoting her writings- oh how frusterated and red in the face she'd get!

The book was smooth, with a leather cover with a name imprinted on the front. Ally rubbed his hand on the splintered wood of the wagon and could feel the engraving of a nonexistent name '*Filomena Amadaus*', in cursive and gold, and then the little stories that followed on each page, notes, and drawings... What would Dava write about? Nothing as thrilling as Filomena, that's for sure, perhaps it was just scribbles and nonsense but the way he wrote was just *Pretty*. Or perhaps he was writing an epic tale of dragons and princesses... Oh, how he loved the thought of reading that.

To Dava, it must have looked like he was just staring emptily towards the little book in his hands but after a long silence Ally flicked his head back up to attention when he realized Dava had said something. *Whoops*, he tried to keep his cold tone but he couldn't help the curiosity that sparked in it as he pointed to the book almost like an excited child, **"Are you writing?"**