LBJ Campfire, Monday Evening

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck didn't know who started the campfire outside his cabin but he was glad that someone did. He was capable of working a lighter but that whole Boy Scout-y wood and newspaper in the optimal fire starting position thing was lost on him. So when people did the hard stuff for him he was appreciative. Silently appreciative. He wasn't about to be thanking people out loud.

Now he was sitting back against a log with a joint in his hand and was debating going back inside the cabin to grab marshmallows. Maybe after the munchies set in.

[Open! You will keep me entertained whilst I wait for the Gossip Girl finale]

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[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"But still not the preferred location," Valentine mused a little. "Where would the preferred location be, Blysse?"

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Misheemnekuru," Firekeeper said without hesitation. "Was where I live, summer before I comed here. Blind Seer and I have a pack of our own, there."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Mish...eemnekuru," Valentine said, carefully, wanting to get it right and, feeling that she did, she nodded. "And what's it like there?"

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Is Liglim word, what mean 'Sanctuary Islands' in Pellish," Firekeeper explained. "And is, very much. No humans is allowed to live there."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

Valentine's head tilted. "But...you? An exception, or is that why, if you could be anywhere, you'd want to be there, but normally can't be?"

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

She shook her head. "I prove to those who live there that under my human shape is wolf's heart. So, am not exactly exception."