Cygnus Campfire, Late Thursday Night
An open fire. Alice had started it herself, and was feeding it sticks and branches as it grew into a moderate size. She felt a small thrill of vindication at that; she would not let something as simple as a campfire defeat her. It was controlled. It was safe. She was even considering roasting marshmallows over it.
She was calm, or relatively so, and would welcome company.
(OOC: very open, as campfires go.)
She was calm, or relatively so, and would welcome company.
(OOC: very open, as campfires go.)