Mira's pov

"Cripes!" I swore, frustrated at the lumbering idiot who cannot figure out how to build a campfire. Lyra fanned furiously at the piles of woods with a piece of her torn undergarment.

I shivered as the breeze blew furiously causing my teeth to chatter. My pale face bent low to prevent me from catching a cold.

"Drat it girl! How long is it going to take you to light a damn fire?" I screamed.

She jumped, startled by my shrill voice.

"For..give me, my lady... bu..t the bre..eze is ...