[Action - Campfire Post I] [Locked to people in Terra]

[nomerevessel.livejournal.com]

[Night has fallen and a small fire flickers in the dark, the only bright thing in a landscape that's utterly black. Terra has no moon and if there are stars, one cannot tell since the sky is shrouded by clouds. Mikoto is sitting cross-legged by the fire, her hands tucked in her lap.

This is a great place to camp, right? It totally is. Let's toast some muffins and have a chat.]

[ooc: Here is your first weekly campfire post! It's completely optional: your character can be tucked up in bed if you like, but this is a good chance to have some interaction that doesn't involve being attacked by dragons. Mikoto is available if you want to ask questions, but please feel free to threadjack and create as many subthreads as you like.]

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[morehatthanmage.livejournal.com]

[The flames, he decides, look a little like noble knights riding on armoured chocobos if you look at them right. For a moment, anyway. They don't stay for long before shifting and in the middle of trying to see something new he's distracted.]

Oh, Miss Mjrn! I'm okay. It's been a long day, though.

[He shifts a little to look at her instead of at the fire.]

Did you leave Chit with Miss Penelo?

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[She nods with feeling at that comment about it being a long day, settling down nearby so that he doesn't have to strain to look up at her. There's a wistful smile at mention of Chit.]

Aye, that I did. I suspect she would travel with me wherever I would go, but this world...it is not the place for a young cockatrice. It eases my mind to know that she is safe, with my friend.

[morehatthanmage.livejournal.com]

Is she from your world? I don't think I ever saw anything like her here.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[Mjrn nods.]

Chit is from my world, a domesticated cockatrice from the Giza Plains. She escaped from the nomad village one day, and eventually found herself in the Wood. That is how we met. She comforted me at a difficult time, and then she returned to her own kind. I will not forget her kindness.