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Post by Queen Susan the Gentle on Aug 18, 2008 12:16:09 GMT -5
Susan watched the hypnotic movement of the sticks as Allen tried to make the fire. It sparked, and Susan smiled gently. Her eyes flickered to Allen when he asked if she could get some wood for the fire. She stood again and nodded, "Most certainly," then she wandered off again, her shoes making twigs crack beneath her weight. She meandered into the area where she had found some apples and then a little further toward the beginning of the woods.
Quickly, she scanned the floor and bent down to feel some of the fallen branches to make sure they weren't wet. Then she gathered them in her arms, enough to keep a fire going, and started back toward Allen, her mind still a whirl with thoughts. Her eyes moved to the horizon, watching the slowly setting sun gently. Was it honestly that late? Susan couldn't believe that. She would have to head back soon, hopefully soon enough so that Peter wouldn't grow anxious with her disappearance.
"Here you are," Susan said as she set the branches down beside Allen and then took her seat again. She propped her chin up in her hands and eyed the fox for a moment or so longer before she asked casually, "Why so cynical about my brothers, Allen?"
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Post by Allen Gorobel on Aug 18, 2008 18:24:13 GMT -5
Allen nodded "Thank you..." and continued trying to make a fire, after a while of rubbing, a small flame appeared and he threw some leaves on it, making a bigger flame and eventually a fire, he added the bit of wood he had and relaxed for a moment, waiting for Susan to return.
When she returned, he had the fish ready for cooking, still trying to keep them out of her sight. "Thank you again, you are helping a lot..." He picked some branches and threw them to the fire, it looked well.
"I don't really know how to explain it... honestly..."
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