Editing Camping Trip (Warhammer High) (section)

=='''Chapter Four: The Phoenix and the World Eater'''==

It was later that afternoon when Furia entered Victoria's tent. Her cousins had lectured her a few times, but all agreed that due to her part in helping Morticia, they would do nothing further to her. They were preapred to put this all behind them, even Morticia. All except Furia, who Victoria now found herself facing. What was puzzling to Victoria was Furia's lack of weaponry- she thought Furia was going to come in and beat her up all over again.

'We're not close, are we?' Furia asked, her voice more relaxed than Victoria thought it would have been. Then again, perhaps this was a deception- Victoria dismissed that thought. That was far from Furia's m.o- if she had it in for you, she didn't waste time or hide what she felt. 

'No, we aren't.' Victoria replied, sitting cross-legged in the middle of her tent. Furia came over and sat in the same way facing her.

'You know what I think now, don't you?' Furia asked. 'I ought to be strangling you right now, but I can't muster the rage to do it.'

'It changed my mind as well.' Victoria confessed. 'Up until now, I'd thought of you as a raging ragamuffin, someone to be avoided at all costs as a matter of principle. This episode changed my thoughts on you just as much as you, it seems.'

'Crazy shit, ain't it?' Furia asked.

'It is indeed 'crazy shit', as you put it, Furia, dear.' Victoria said softly, a grin beginning to creep across her face.

'What are you smiling at?' Furia asked, then caught her cousin's eye- she was looking at her muscles. 

'I've got to admit, they are well defined, hon.' Victoria grinned.

'Yeah, sure. You're never gonna want these-'

'I do.' Victoria interrupted.

'What? You're having me on!' Furia gasped.

'Today's fight showed me that my muscles are an aspect of physical perfection I lack, hon.' Victoria told her stunned cousin. 'Truth be told, I've been just a bit jealous for a while now.'

'Well, Vicky,' Furia went on, already using a more familiar nickname for Fulgrim's daughter, 'I've looked at our cousins and then myself. I'm also seeing that it's not just in anger management I'm lagging. Our cousins can pull pretty much anyone. Even Freya. Not me.'

'Answer me, Furia, this question- how come we're being so familiar?' Victoria asked.

'I can't speak for you, but today cleared a bit of bad blood between us, as far as I'm concerned. You're not the scandalous tart I once thought you were. You showed that today as well.'

The cousins sat in silence for a few minutes, letting their minds drift and clear some bad blood, and consider how to move forward now that they knew they were not what the other had once thought them to be.

'We could help each other out, ya know.' Furia murmured after a few more moments.

'I shouldn't agree more, hon.' Victoria replied.

'So how? How can we help each other out?' Furia put to her cousin.

'Well,' Victoria said, 'I'll make you up for tonight's tales round the fire, and you can show me what it is you do from tomorrow. We'll help each other that way. I'll teach you social things, you can help me in gym matters.'

'Alright, Vicky.' Furia said. 'Deal.'

'Great, hon!' Victoria enthused. 'Now let's get started!'

The cousins crossed to Victoria's dressing table (because you just KNOW that she was gonna bring that sort of thing along), and for the last couple of hours of the afternoon, sounds of making up, Victoria's dainty laugh and Furia's machine-gun bark were heard from Victoria's tent.