[mid-morning Mess Hall]

[dieinnafire]

I really do hate it when I lose track of time...

What is camp life like during the sunlit hours here? I do not believe I've had the dubious pleasure of experiencing it since our move from the swamp.

Comments

[ohderegod]

Ehhh, why not?

[dieinnafire]

I tend towards a more nocturnal lifestyle.

[ohderegod]

Oh...well, it's, um, bright? There are more people awake?

[dieinnafire]

[chuckles]

I see. Perhaps I ought to have asked what different people specifically tended to do during their days.

[chanceofsmiles]

. . . I don't suppose it's as simple as you working some kind of night shifts.

[dieinnafire]

I do not work. Particularly not in camp.

[chanceofsmiles]

. . . you don't work. At all?

[dieinnafire]

What I do--what I did, excuse me, is more of a lifestyle than an occupation.

[flourished]

The farm is a little less exciting than the swamp, I think.

[dieinnafire]

It does give that impression.

[flourished]

But I can't think of anything that's too different in the day than at night. Maybe more people are awake . . .

[dieinnafire]

That is something I have always known.

[brokenclover]

[hugging!]

[dieinnafire]

Himawari.

[hugs back, lightly]

[brokenclover]

You felt like venturing out today?

[dieinnafire]

[glances at the window and the ~sunlight~ pouring in, then shakes his head]

I was reading and lost track of time.

[onthenightroad]

...a bit grim...

[dieinnafire]

Ah, Father Nightroad. Would you care to do me a great favour?

[onthenightroad]

No problem, Mr. Barvon. I find myself with an excess of free time lately. What's going on?

[dieinnafire]

[holds up a mug]

Coffee. Please.