[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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[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[A small, wry smile.]

If only the Viera as a whole might listen, as well. The Wood was not brought to Gaia along with the village. Behaving as though She has, that their life is unchanged...I fear it will be their undoing.

[nomerevessel.livejournal.com]

They will be saved with the rest of us, if we succeed.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

Aye...at least for the time being. I know not if they will endure as they wish, returned to my world.

[nomerevessel.livejournal.com]

Nothing lasts forever. We must change with the times, or perish.

[dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com]

[That strikes a chord and Mjrn winces. She's silent for a long moment.]

...a man is said to be from my world's future. From his words, it seems my people might suffer the latter fate.