Vanilla - Around the Campfire
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There they were, the whole lot of them her responsibility, this band of heroes off to save the world, or at least the bit of it that surrounded the fort to which they were headed.
Skewers balanced on knees, they all gazed quietly into the low, rolling flames, as their dinners popped and sizzled. The trio clustered together, a conspiratorial whisper passing from Ilya to Tess, the latter erupting in laughter that sent both reeling and clutching their sides, and a shake of the head from Farran as the two scrambled to keep their food from the flames.
Ski sighed, rolled her skewer over, and blew a cinder from her meat. Across the way, the boy offered her a tentative smile. She shook her head. She had best stop thinking of Rune as a boy unless she wanted to label herself a child as well, but he looked so young, gangly legs a good half foot longer than his pants, eyes wide and deep blue as a babe’s. She gave her skewer another flip and returned the smile with as much force as it had been given.