Everyone was supposed to be moving back to the dormitories today. On one hand, Eleanor liked the thought of returning to her room, but on the other, she would miss waking to the sound of the forest around her and the campfires.

So, this morning, she was outside at the firepit for her cabin, with a nice fire already going, working on making a sembelance of breakfast for those who wanted it.

Tea, sausages speared on a stick (much like Jack had done with his hotdogs) and toast.

...sadly, that was about all she could manage. Being a Fire Mage did not automatically mean one could cook.

But at least it was guarenteed that none of it would be burnt.

Whether that was her doing or the tiny Salamander's that flicked around through the fire was anyone's guess.

(open like a campfire! said salamander will blend into the fire if anyone approaches, but those with magic or 'special senses' may be able to detect that something is in there. just drop a note in your thread if your pup can, thanks)