Mira's pov
"Cripes!" I swore, frustrated at the lumbering i***t who couldn't 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 putting it out." She stammered.
"Then do something! I don't care what. My ears are already stiff from the cold," I snapped.
I clenched my teeth in anger. That useless brat! I'd deal with her for causing me this much pain and suffering.
I calmed at the thought of finally carrying out my revenge
