The Trip

Amber smoothed out her dress in the mirror and teased at her side-pony to separate the curls. She blinked a few times, turning to check that she looked alright. She pulled at a loose stocking and checked the joints of her leg; everything seemed to be alright.

She turned around and faced the room full of freshly bought camping gear.

“I’m not sure how you plan on packing all this, lass,” remarked Captain bones from the doorway.
Amber studied the bags for a moment before looking back at him. “…It will be fine,” she assured him. He didn’t have eyes to roll, but she could recognize the feeling in their connection. “….you may help if you like.”

You will help me pack if you’re going to make such a big deal out of it.

The nice thing about a soul-bound connection was the deeper sense of understanding. The Captain came in and started sifting through bags. Amber brought out the bags she bought to transport it all.
“How long do you two think you’ll be gone?” Captain Bones asked as he examined a rolled up sleeping bag.
“….I have decided a week might be too long. An extended weekend would be best.” Amber shoved a bulk container of salt into her travel bag. “The camp grounds have alerted me if I wish to extend our reservation I may; it is not a busy time.”

“I’m surprised you decided against the cruise,” said the Captain.

Amber looked at him and blinked. She felt him smile in jest.
“Whaaaat?” he asked.
“I did not want to frighten her. This is supposed to be a fun vacation.”
He nodded. “Aye, and I bet it will be.” He slid his fully packed bag across the floor to her. “And don’t you worry, I’ll keep the fort while you’re out.”

“Do not invite anyone over.”

The Captain sighed.

Amber zipped up the other bag and leaned the pair against the wall. “She’ll be home soon,” she said. She crossed the room and put a gentle hand on the Captain’s arm. “…Would you help me get dinner ready?”

“Aye lass. I’ll get the food out, you start the grill.”