05-25-2020, 02:21 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; max-width: 500px; font-family: verdana;font-size:10pt;text-align:justify;"]Ryder had not been in Tanglewood long, but he had been there long enough to know a little bit of how things worked around the swamp. Of course, he didn't know everything and would never be able to claim so - despite maybe wanting to one day. But he knew that those around here tended to like to have fun if it was possible, as would anyone, so he'd gathered wood, gathered matches, and found a nice dry spot.
Hopefully nothing would catch on fire too much.
The recent tremors had certainly helped in gathering some of the items, and Ryder let a soft smile settle on his maw as he looked onto the fire he had made before him, the sun slowly setting behind it on the horizon. And he'd pull out a few bags and shove a fluffy white marshmallow on a stick and shove it in the fire, waiting for it to turn black.
He'd decided he wanted s'mores, so s'mores he'd make.
Hopefully nothing would catch on fire too much.
The recent tremors had certainly helped in gathering some of the items, and Ryder let a soft smile settle on his maw as he looked onto the fire he had made before him, the sun slowly setting behind it on the horizon. And he'd pull out a few bags and shove a fluffy white marshmallow on a stick and shove it in the fire, waiting for it to turn black.
He'd decided he wanted s'mores, so s'mores he'd make.