Ookey Spooky Creepy Crawly
Milo
10-08-2020, 11:51 PM
At Nausicaa's praise, Milo's tail began to wag happily behind him on reflex. He watched as she finished fanning the embers she had kindled into a full-fledged campfire, bathing them in heat and light. Part of him was slightly disappointed that he hadn't gotten to watch her process of creating their campfire, missing out on a valuable lesson to learn a very useful survivalist skill. But his disappointment was short-lived when she turned to him and thanked him with a wag of her tail. He smiled as best he could around the hares in his jaws, placing a hare down in front of her as she scooted to sit closer to him by the fire. He placed his own dinner down, then picked up his messenger bag and brought it back to his side as he settled down onto the soft sand, shifting to get comfortable and enjoy his meal. As he tore into his dinner, Milo took a few quiet moments to really appreciate the moment they were in. The island was so tranquil, with the warmth of the fire a comforting contrast to the cooling night air, the scent of burning wood and salty sea air mixing together, and the sounds of the crackling flames snapping above the roiling waves hitting the shore a short distance away. The silver moon hung low in the early evening sky, casting the world in an ethereal veil of silver light. In this setting, Boreas almost felt magical. "This place truly is something amazing, isn't it?" he spoke after a moment, still staring awestruck at the beach, watching the silver crest of the waves disappear back into the black void of the ocean. "I never knew somewhere so incredible could be real." He turned to face Nausicaa again, intrigue in his teal eyes. "Tell me about yourself, Nausicaa. I'd love to learn more about the fire starting swimmer wolf who wants to come explore ancient ruins with me." "Speech" — Thoughts
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