Disco Dome Campfire- Sunday afternoon

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It was moving day, and... really?

Sia had expected the tents from last year, and she'd much prefer the tents from last year. It wasn't often that she had those "I'm a princess, I don't have to do this" moments, but she thought it'd be justified in this case. She supposed it could be worse, though. She could be in that clown tent that was obviously designed by a criminal.

She claimed an area for her things, and then set outside with her two companions, one being a puppy, and one being a wolfified Atton. The way she figured, there was a 100% chance of the castle deflating at some point, and a 50% chance that it would be on purpose. So she brought the two outside to the campfire... and decided she didn't really care if the castle did deflate.

Oh, well, she'd stay out here anyway.


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Crocodile Pit campfire, Sunday night

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Snow had lived in a castle most of her life. Just not an inflatable one. She was worried about puncturing the strange material it was made out of, so she was very careful about not bringing anything sharp inside as she claimed a corner as her own.

Fortunately, she did know how to light a fire. It wasn't cold out, but the light it provided was nice, and she felt more comfortable sitting outside rather than inside, not just because of the weirdness of the bouncy castle, but just because she could be outside.

She idly poked at the small fire with a stick, then leaned back to look up at the stars.

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