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[ruin_mania]

[Good evening, explorers! After departing from Cair Paradisa, the path was south at first, but turned west fairly early on. Skirting well south of Eldritch Forest, the travelers had camped near the edge of the Amber Steppe, not quite within sight of the forest that marks the Totem Coast. The grasses are parched brown by the heat, though greener patches mark the presence of water. It's near one of these - a small, bubbling stream leading west that Raine has chosen to follow as it will almost certainly run into the river marked on her map - that the travelers have made their camp.

The carts and wagons are arranged in a defensive circle, though the campers are free to set up their tents outside them as well as inside wher ethe rest of them are. There are small cooking fires scattered around as well as a large bonfire in the center for socializing.

Play music? Sing? Teach those poor non-Earth kids how to make s'mores? Or just sit around and socialize with others.

Or hide in your tent and ignore everyone, if you really want to.]

Comments

[persequor]

I've already lost count how many people have scolded me. And I haven't done anything. [ Yet. ]

[wilder]

Really? What'd they scold you about?

[persequor]

Last time, washing in the stream.

[wilder]

...Uh, where else are you supposed to wash?

[persequor]

Hell if I know.

[wilder]

Weird people.

[he takes a dramatic sniff!]

And well, to me you smell very fresh! Much better than those who aren't bathing.

[persequor]

These are the only clothes I've got with me. I have to keep them clean.

[wilder]

....Didn't pack, huh?

[persequor]

Didn't have time. I wasn't going to come. Mother wouldn't have given me permission. But when I saw the wagon, I climbed in with Nymeria and hid.

I brought Needle.

[wilder]

[he just chuckles lightly, shaking his head a little. He is not surprised in the slightest nope]

Well good. We can get some practice in if there's time.

[persequor]

Really? [ She perks up immediately. ]

[wilder]

Sure. It'll be a nice breather from giving diplomacy lessons to a friend.

[persequor]

You're teaching diplomacy?

[wilder]

Among other things. Talking to nobility and royalty, public speaking, political affairs, etiquette - you know all those painful lessons?

[persequor]

[ See icon for answer. ]

[wilder]

[he just snickers]

Now what's that look for, darling?

[persequor]

I hated those lessons.

[wilder]

Ahaha, so did I. Buut, she asked for them and they are necessary, so I'm left with no choice.

But don't worry, it'll only be sword fighting for you. ♥

[persequor]

Good. I'm sick of the rest. Even Mother stopped giving me lessons.

[wilder]

[eyes a bit wide in disbelief]

Really? How did you manage that?

[persequor]

I didn't. Father changed my lessons. While Sansa kept practicing her sewing needles with Septa Mordane, I practiced my needlework with my dancing master. She doesn't like it, but she knows I'm safer for it now.

[wilder]

[he chuckles] Swords are much more useful than needle work anyway.

[persequor]

That's what I said!

[wilder]

Then you are very wise, my darling!

[And by this time they've made it to camp, to the large bonfire in the center.]

And here we are! [Moving to drop the munchkin to the ground] One warming fire!

[persequor]

You didn't have to carry me all the way here.