Gwynn was sitting by the Squirrel fire pit staring into the dead ashes. The weekend had been weird with the not being able to talk at all. However, when she had woken up on Monday she had been able to talk again ( Read more... )

Gwynn gathered some branches and started a fire in the Squirrel campfire. She was still silently giggling over Zoe's announcement about the small clothes retrieval earlier.

She pulled a log up to the fire and poked at it. She was happily playing in the coals and the sand and she seemed to be pretty relaxed.

She's open for conversation.

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