A Break From The Norm

Chimera and Reila had left the island early that morning with the intention of going hunting for something fresh to display at the festival. They'd caught a nice, fat buck, but neither of them really wanted to head back just yet. It seemed as though they would have another over-nighter. Aww shucks.

The weather was pleasant enough that they wouldn't need a tent. A small fire would keep them warm during the chilliest hours of night. Chimera already had the fire going and it crackled and popped, accompanying the sounds of crickets, cicadas and evening birds. The sun was mostly sunk, but one could see the last vestiges of pink and purple through the breaks in the canopy of cedars.

"It was good that we chose this place," he rumbled at the bob-tailed fae. This atmosphere was very soothing to the man. He was quite at ease here beneath the tall trees. The stream cascading away from the falls babbled gently beside their camp and Chimera took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of cedar and oncoming autumn. He was incredibly mellow this evening.

"Speech"