Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire, Tuesday Early Evening

[weetuskenraider]

Okay, so she hadn't been spending that much time at her cabin, but Tahiri was putting in an appearance tonight. There was a decent assortment of hot dogs and s'more fixings laid out as dictated by the Unofficial Official Law of Campfires, and a fire crackling away in the firepit.

As for Tahiri, she was sitting with her back against a log, not really paying attention to the datapad on her lap; she was more preoccupied with using the Force to idly create shapes in the smoke from the campfire. Spirals, vaguely animal-looking objects, anything really, but a lot of starfighters. She kept coming back to those, for some reason.

[OOC: Up a little early to account for people (including me) hitting up HP midnight showings tonight . . .]

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[life_inshadow]

The shapes in the smoke were what made Tara pause, really. It took her a second to see that they were ... some kind of ship? Flying saucer? She didn't know? ... and a second more to wonder if they were intentional.

She realized she'd been standing there watching the shapes drift by for a long moment. "Hi." The greeting was mostly to her sandals, but it was there.

[weetuskenraider]

She'd been doing this for long enough now that the interruption (such as it was) didn't startle her enough to make the shapes dissipate, although the smoke-frigate she'd been working on paused half-formed when she looked up.

"Hi," Tahiri responded, putting just a touch of reassurance behind the words at how timid the girl seemed. "You're not interrupting or anything, really, if you want to stick around. Promise."

[life_inshadow]

"Hi," Tara returned again, smiling a little as she settled on the ground near the girl. "Are you drawing those? It's pretty."

She'd never tried anything like it, but it didn't seem hard, exactly.

"And I'm, um Tara."

[Alas, am fleeing work -- will be back on 8-ish my time if not before.]

[weetuskenraider]

"Tahiri." She returned the smile with more confidence -- though if it faltered for a moment, she blamed the time of year for the fact that she couldn't help thinking that Anakin had been just as quiet and shy when she first met him. She'd had no trouble drawing him out of his shell, but she wasn't that talkative little nine-year-old any more.

"And yeah," she continued, forcing brightness into her tone as she finished shaping the frigate and then let it dissipate, "I'm doing that. It's practice, sort of."

[[No problem, I should be back just about then myself.]]

[life_inshadow]

"Oh, cool," Tara said, watching for another moment. "Can I try?"

It was just another kind of grabbing hold with her mind, different and more precise. Different, but she might have a chance.

Or she might totally make a fool of herself.

[weetuskenraider]

"Sure," Tahiri replied; she'd been in Fandom long enough to know that there were different kinds of powers that could accomplish the same thing, after all. "It's not like the smoke belongs to me or anything. Go for it."

[life_inshadow]

Tara got a mental image of someone claiming the smoke was all hers and stifled a smile behind her hand. "Thanks," she said, and reached out, concentrating on -- a line, first. Then maybe a heart?

Or a failure. That thought made her concentration go wobbly, and the smoke drifted away from the tentative control. "That didn't go so well."

[heartflames.livejournal.com]

Eleanor wandered out from the cabin and took a seat on a log by the fire. She watched the smoke with interest. "Are you a mage?"

[weetuskenraider]

The last person she'd known who'd been called that was a con man who'd used technological tricks to dupe a friend of hers into thinking he was a Jedi, and too many of her memories were tied up with Anakin. Tahiri offered Eleanor a slightly crooked smile. "No, Jedi. It's the Force; it's not magic." No matter how much it might arguably be called that by anyone else, she couldn't think of it that way.

[heartflames.livejournal.com]

"Jedi," she repeated. "I've only heard of that in passing. Since arriving here of course, as there are none where I'm from." She glanced back at the fire. "Mages, however, are another thing."

[weetuskenraider]

"We seem to be kind of unique that way," Tahiri observed wryly. "Beings who do magic, on the other hand, seem to come from a lot of worlds if the Magic Reserves are any indication."

[heartflames.livejournal.com]

"Yes," she nodded. "Though there are many different types of magic. I was thinking of trying to compare how spells and spellcasting worked between the different types."

[weetuskenraider]

"I wouldn't know anything about that," Tahiri said apologetically. "We don't use spells."

That was just a weird thought.

[solo_sword]

Jaina had actually been wanting to check up on Tahiri, so she was glad to find her all nice and out in the open where she could find her. "You're having too much fun," she said, nodding at her handiwork.

[weetuskenraider]

"You're back," Tahiri said right off, obviously relieved. She glanced toward the smoke and offered a half shrug. "It seemed like a way to mix some practice in with relaxation. How'd things go?"

[solo_sword]

She shrugged as she took a seat, very glad the world didn't seem to be going randomly sideways anymore. "It was a very long trip," she said after considering this. Really, there was no way to describe it all concisely. "How are you doing?"

Kind of a double-sided question there, yeah.

[weetuskenraider]

"But you're back, all in one piece and you survived some godawful canon prose."

Funny, she'd been thinking of asking the same thing. Tahiri just looked at her for a few seconds, intently, before replying. "Under the circumstances, I guess you could say I could be doing a lot worse."

[solo_sword]

"Barely," Jaina corrected. Because what was a frostbitten foot on top of everything else. Wtf, Willix, wtf.

"And uh, yeah," she said more seriously, figuring Tahiri might know what she meant. "I'm kind of getting that."

[weetuskenraider]

Not to mention the trauma of the word 'sphincter' getting used far more than it should ever get used in action sequences, WTF. "Barely? What did you do, get yourself almost blown up or something?"

It was Tahiri; she had to go for the attempted joke. But she did pick up on the seriousness. "Not great timing for a mission, was it?"

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Given, you know, her name, it only made sense that sooner or later Firekeeper would turn up at a campfire. "Hers", even, with Blind Seer by her side as usual.

"I try s'mores before," she commented. "Sam make. But what is these?" she pointed at the hot dogs. They didn't smell like any sort of meat she was familiar with.

[weetuskenraider]

"Hot dogs. Beef," Tahiri clarified, but with a slightly dubious look; thanks for putting that uncertainty in her head, George. Cow's feet being technically beef and all. Ew. "It's supposed to be campfire tradition."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Firekeeper took one and sniffed cautiously, before handing it to Blind Seer who snapped it up in a single bite. She took a second one then, placing it on a stick as she'd seen done with the marshmallows, and held it over the fire.

"If you say," she said, her own tone just as dubious. "Blind Seer say it not taste much like beef, but meat is meat," she shrugged.

[weetuskenraider]

"It's food, at least." Which meant, if Tahiri actually bothered to make one for herself, that she'd at least be eating. "It's no prime nerf steak, but it's something."

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Hunt when hungry, sleep when not, for hunger always returns," Firekeeper recited dutifully as she watched the hot dog cook.

[weetuskenraider]

"That sounds almost like something the Sand People say," Tahiri noted, and okay, finally skewered a hot dog for herself. She got the feeling she'd get a Look from Firekeeper if she didn't. "So . . . sorry about the weird thing with the bantha the other day."