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CHAPTER THREE
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ A CAREFULLY CRAFTED TALE OF SCANDAL
"WE SHOULD THINK ABOUT SLEEPING SOON," Enola announced, letting a soft yawn leave her lips. Theodosia glanced over at the girl, taking in the effortless curls of almond brown that were blowing serenely in the easy wind. She was breathtaking.
Theodosia nodded, feeling a little too tired to speak. The very thought of even opening her mouth was exhausting.
The trio of runaways had been walking for a few hours now, with no words being shared between them, Theodosia only listening to the soft hum of the breeze, and birds chirping in their little trees. Fatigue was wearing down their figure, and Theodosia could only handle hiking in a corset for so long.
As the sunlight began to fade from the sky, the group quickly concluded that they should set up camp.
"We should think about eating soon," Tewkesbury said, and even from where they were standing, Theodosia could hear the storm raging inside his stomach.
"Eat what?" Theodosia finally spoke, gesturing at the scenery about them, "I don't see a personal chef, nor a banquet awaiting us. We don't have anything."
"Of course we do!" Tewkesbury countered, stepping forward and examining the fields, "Arctium Lappa— which you'll know as Burdock. Very tasty— and then there's Trifolium. Clover. And is that..." He peered closer than snapped upwards again, "Yes! I knew it— Mushrooms. Agaricus lanipes... the princess.. delicious!" He picked two mushrooms, one for each girl, and handed them to them.
"Forgot you were mad about plants," Theodosia grumbled to themselves, rather despondent at the fact she was proven wrong.
"If you can get a fire started— I can make us a feast," A smug grin stretched across his face, and Theodosia resisted the urge to roll her eyes, before chuckling slightly when the smugness morphed into a puppy-eyed stare.
Enola, on the other hand— brought the mushroom up to her eye level, as if she were inspecting it, however, her face remained unconvinced.
"Fine," she said finally, and Theodosia sighed in relief, she wanted to eat tonight.
"I'm not entirely an idiot, you know?" Tewkesbury asked playfully, and Theodosia lightly jabbed him.
"That's debatable, my friend."
Now, Theodosia had been tasked with the rather strenuous job of procuring firewood. She had found quite the array of sticks and forest debris they had guessed to be suitable enough to alight, all piled up in her arms that scratched at their hands, and even left a small tear in her glove. With that, they took their milk-white gloves off, and placed them on the ground, believing they would be better dirty than ripped.
