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Vanilla - Around the Campfire
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Timeframe : 1258
A crack along the steep mountain pass, nestled beneath an overhang, tucked away from the wind, and here they were, the lot of them, save one, settled into their usual arrangement around a fire.
Tess and Farran held one corner of the camp, their playful exchange far less boisterous than the norm in light of Ilya’s absence and the fact that their supply of liquor had already been depleted days ago.
Rune was fussing over Lyssa and her freshly mended arm, lips and fingers trailing affectionately over her newest scar. Ski frowned and tossed another branch onto the fire.
“What were you thinking?” she asked her sister for, perhaps, the third time.
“Thought I was getting firewood,” said Lyssa.
“But a roc?” said Ski. “What possessed you to take on a roc?”
Lyssa rolled her eyes, and the fire spit a wave of sparks into the air. “Right,” she said. “Gathering wood wasn’t thrilling enough, so I decided to pick a fight with a giant bird. Makes perfect sense.”
The two glared at each other a moment in silence while the fire crackled. “It came after me and I did the best I could to get away,” Lyssa said. Ski could only shake her head. “’sides,” she added, with a pat to Rune’s arm and a grin. “I’ve got Rune to put me back together.
A scowl knit the man’s thin features and his hold on her tightened. “That’s not funny, Lyss.”
Lyssa laughed, just the same.
Main Entry
Timeframe : 1258
A crack along the steep mountain pass, nestled beneath an overhang, tucked away from the wind, and here they were, the lot of them, save one, settled into their usual arrangement around a fire.
Tess and Farran held one corner of the camp, their playful exchange far less boisterous than the norm in light of Ilya’s absence and the fact that their supply of liquor had already been depleted days ago.
Rune was fussing over Lyssa and her freshly mended arm, lips and fingers trailing affectionately over her newest scar. Ski frowned and tossed another branch onto the fire.
“What were you thinking?” she asked her sister for, perhaps, the third time.
“Thought I was getting firewood,” said Lyssa.
“But a roc?” said Ski. “What possessed you to take on a roc?”
Lyssa rolled her eyes, and the fire spit a wave of sparks into the air. “Right,” she said. “Gathering wood wasn’t thrilling enough, so I decided to pick a fight with a giant bird. Makes perfect sense.”
The two glared at each other a moment in silence while the fire crackled. “It came after me and I did the best I could to get away,” Lyssa said. Ski could only shake her head. “’sides,” she added, with a pat to Rune’s arm and a grin. “I’ve got Rune to put me back together.
A scowl knit the man’s thin features and his hold on her tightened. “That’s not funny, Lyss.”
Lyssa laughed, just the same.