Precocious Ponies campfire, early Saturday morning

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Karal was minus his menagerie this morning. Evey and Altra were off in the preserve, Trenor was in the stable where he belonged, and Vashti was sleeping inside.

He was grateful for the solitude, because his conversation with John yesterday had left him deeply worried, and he needed to pray. His head was bowed, his hands neatly folded in his lap, and he couldn't have seen anything even if his eyes had been open.

Which was both a blessing and a curse, because there was a Very Large spider making its way along the ground in front of him.

Very close to his bare feet. So close it was practically on top of his bare feet.

Karal twitched a little as it brushed his toes, and it froze, crouching low. Karal was deep in prayer, and he didn't move again, but the spider stayed where it was.

[ooc: Totally open and gdjahgsioqiwujfklfhw BAD SPIDERS OMG]

Huggable Kitten campfire, Saturday night

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Peter's mun hadn't been kidnapped by family tonight had an urge to watch the Olympics. He also had an urge for company. Finally, he had an urge to not be eaten alive by any of the disgusting creepy-crawlies going around the island.

Ergo: outdoors, with wifi and laptop taking care of the show, and a big ol' fire to hopefully keep the crawlies away. (Or at least provide a handy weapon if they came by.

[ooc: open!]