Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire [Wednesday Evening]

[icecoldfrost]

It was beautiful outside this evening, and so Emma found herself out by her cabin's campfire; cigarette in one hand as she balanced her notebook on her knees. It was easier to work on her creative writing assignment out here than in the cramped quarters of the cabin, and if she didn't like what she wrote, well, she could always burn it.

And really, there was no downside to lighting things on fire.

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[glacial_queen]

It's was all in the psychic scents--well, in their case, the lack of an emotional signature, really.

"Great!" Karla answered. "Ben and your brother took me out to the stars the other day. I'm still a bit giddy over that."

[a-demosthenes.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yeah," Valentine smiled a gazillion years later. "I remember reporting about that on the radio. How did that go?"

[glacial_queen]

"Quite possibly one of the highlights of my life," Karla said quietly, "even counting the time I rode a unicorn." Because Jaenelle had arranged the ride as a way to help Karla through her grief when her parents had died. "In Kaeleer, we have a saying abut the Great dragons that created the Blood: 'and they spiral down into ebony, catching the stars in their tails.' Being out there, amongst the endless sea of stars, it made me see just what I was a part of. Ender says some people see that and feel small, which is why they go out and war with others over tiny bits of the galaxy. I can't understand that at all. How could you feel tiny when you are a part of all of that?"