Winchester/Fairfield Expedition - Camping

[not_mafia]

[After a long day of traveling over the hilly, grassy grounds of Nostos after a quick trip in the TARDIS, the sun is slowly starting to inch its way down to the horizon, the light catching on the clouds and making quite a spectacular sunset view. It's time to halt the traveling and rest the animals, get those tents pitched and crack out the canned foods. You're pretty deep into the Dead Zone, now, and stretched before you are rolling plains, with the only foliage being the golden grasses and some shrubbery. The air seems quite a bit warmer than it was in Paradisa as well. It is not an empty plains, though; buffalo roam the area, generally pretty tranquil as they graze on the grasses, sometimes lifting their heads to look curiously at the residents. Well. If they had eyes, that is.]

CAMPFIRE | TENTS | THE GROUNDS | THE BUFFALO

Comments

[findatree]

So it's like a person wearing a buffalo costume?

[whichwayyoulean]

...Not exactly, but let's go with that instead of the horrible nightmares.

[findatree]

Do you think the buffalo and the giraffes know each other?

[whichwayyoulean]

I...

I honestly have no idea. Maybe? Maybe they have hoof-stock poker nights.

[findatree]

Maybe!

[whichwayyoulean]

We'll ask the creepy giraffes if we ever see them again, how about that?

[findatree]

Okay. Let's get back to the others.