Sovelis picked up his sheathed sword and followed.

OoC: he taked it of when he sits, like a samurai. It is a katana ya know, thats his fighting style with the sword.

In the middle of the Ink-black night a fire blazed, Nettlyn showed no sign of appreciation for the beautiful light that radiantly flowed from the sprites constantly tended fire. She walkled on beckoning to the others to follow.

Once they arrived near the fire an assortment of fruits, plants, herbs, and other foods were presented. Along with the only meat, the beast that Nitara had earlier disposed of. Nettlyn beckoned to the food as she sat on the ground, "Help yourselves!"

"I won't get sick, Will I?" Sovelis asked.

"I think that if they gathered it that it wouldn't make you sick,"Cathy said.

"If it would make you sick it would make us sick also," Nettlyn replied calmly as she took a bite of a fruit offered upon her lap.

Sovelis dug in, forgeting any kind of manners. He had a piece of meat in his left hand and his drink in the right. "

"Hey, Sovelis, weren't you taught manners?"Cathy said.

One of the sprites burped largely, "You really don't need them," Nettlyn supplied, not turning.

"Mabfye!!" Sovelis said, food in his mouth.

Netllyn laughed. The sprites, who had already filled their small appetites, started darting through the air making patterns of sparks and light.

"I'm so hungery....I could eat a jumbo jet." Sovelis said, chowing down on more food.

"What's a jet?" Nettlyn said the word "jet" slowly, her head tilted toward the ground.

"A flying machine. I ment that as an expresion, I'm saying I could eat ALOT!" Sovelis said as he belched extremly loudly.

"Oh, didn't think you meant grass." Nettlyn said sarcastically.

"Ha ha ha..." Sovelis said as he finished the last of the meat of the beast Nitara had killed. " This was great food..." he said.