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When; Backdated to last night the 25th
Rating; PG 13
Characters; Everyone invited
Summary; It's Winter Moon time and the Gaians are celebrating it their way.
Log;
He started building the pile of wood as soon as the sun waned. Anything and everything that could burn was piled into the base of the bonfire, the outside lined with large stones for heating drinks and food. Set a few feet back from that circle were some smooth rocks and a couple large coolers where they could sit and talk without getting too burnt by the flames. Cloud finished piling the initial stack of wood and used a small Fire spell to start it going. He smiled at the fiery glow, for once not seeing the ruins of his home inside the flames. No, this time all he saw were the flames, spitting and dancing in the sharp air.
Turning towards one of the coolers, he took out a battered pot, filled it with some spiced apple juice and set it on a stone to warm up. Another bottle held some pale amber liquid that smelt of winter-bruised apples that he took a capful and tossed it into the fire sending flames high before it settled again. The next capful he drank before closing it and setting it back into the cooler. Then Cloud waited for the others to show up.
Rating; PG 13
Characters; Everyone invited
Summary; It's Winter Moon time and the Gaians are celebrating it their way.
Log;
He started building the pile of wood as soon as the sun waned. Anything and everything that could burn was piled into the base of the bonfire, the outside lined with large stones for heating drinks and food. Set a few feet back from that circle were some smooth rocks and a couple large coolers where they could sit and talk without getting too burnt by the flames. Cloud finished piling the initial stack of wood and used a small Fire spell to start it going. He smiled at the fiery glow, for once not seeing the ruins of his home inside the flames. No, this time all he saw were the flames, spitting and dancing in the sharp air.
Turning towards one of the coolers, he took out a battered pot, filled it with some spiced apple juice and set it on a stone to warm up. Another bottle held some pale amber liquid that smelt of winter-bruised apples that he took a capful and tossed it into the fire sending flames high before it settled again. The next capful he drank before closing it and setting it back into the cooler. Then Cloud waited for the others to show up.