Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire, Saturday Evening

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Firekeeper would simply not be doing her name justice if she ignored the presence of the firepits by the cabins.

So here she was, sitting by a crackling fire with Blind Seer sprawled by her side. Of course, a good campfire should have food to offer, which is why there was a rabbit and a couple of fish (the furred kind, although they'd been skinned first, of course) roasting on a spit over the fire.

There would be no marshmallows here unless someone else thought to bring some.

[ooc: open like campfires are!]

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[weetuskenraider]

"Okay, so it did." Tahiri looked at him in mild and completely feigned indignation. "But 'I named my bantha even though no one ever does that' doesn't sound that good, does it?"

[lovemykilt]

"Hey, it's totally the spirit of the thing. That's what rebellion's all about."

[weetuskenraider]

"What are you, an expert on it?" Tahiri asked, because no, Priestly's hair didn't strike her as remotely out of the ordinary.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly glanced up as though he could see his own hair.

"Something like that."