"We should reach the Southern road by nightfall," Peter called from the trailing wagon. "Then it's south to Chalsie Veneer from there."
"That long?" Ildri said and wiped her brow, "It's so hot out here."
"Hold on, I packed an awning." Kindle recovered a roll of canvas from her things and stretched over them on a set of polls, "Better?"
"Yes." Ildri answered in a weary tone, "I guess you knew you were coming all along."
"Yeah, I figured that out the minute you and Mom started arguing. It gave me all night to pack and make stuff." She grinned briefly at Peter then shrugged, "Lucky I'm over-prepared. I didn't think we'd get two Fire Curses. Lucky I made extra booties."
Aiden raised the scab that used to be his eyebrow, "Booties?"
"Oh yeah." She rummaged in her duffel and produced a sack of bags and string. She thrust her foot into one of the plastic pouches and tied it at the knee with a piece of colored yarn. "See? Waterproof!”
Ildri smiled uncertainly, “It's very clever, Kindle.”
Aiden bit dead skin off his lip, "How wet are you expecting it to get?"
"Water Town is super wet!" Kindle replied cheerfully. "Water Curses leaking, you know. They sweat and drool and cry and snot all over the place constantly. I can't wait to meet one!"
"Sick," Aiden sneered, "Do we really need one?"
“We need one of each suit,” Cat confirmed.
"He can ride in your wagon then," Aiden groaned, “Keep the walking pain factory as far away from me as possible.”
"Don't worry, you'll be fine!” Kindle insisted. "I've got enough booties to wear on your hands too!”
Aiden wrinkled his nose, "I'll pass."
"What?" Kindle demanded. "Come on, I've made your life, like, fifty times easier. You can at least say 'thank you'."
“Okay,” Aiden looped his arm out from behind Ildri and leaned forward, “Thank you for making us painful footwear that will take all the skin off our legs, stick to our sores, inflate with hot air and collect puss on the bottom until they're just as wet as the ground we're avoiding.”
"Ew," Kindle scraped her tongue on her teeth, "I think I just gagged a little."
"Nature of the beast, kid," He slouched in satisfaction, "We're Fire Curses."
"You're nasty." Kindle stuffed her invention back in her bag, "Our Water Curse will take Cat's wagon by choice."