She spat words at him like flames, setting fire to any chance he had imagined of the reunion being anything but smouldering ashes @130story
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She spat words at him like flames, setting fire to any chance he had imagined of the reunion being anything but smouldering ashes @130story
@130story He huddled up to the dying fire, knowing it was all that stood between him and whatever those things were playing in the shadows.
He awoke some hours later, his feet still propped up in front of the dying fire, a slipper dangling from his little toe. @130story
The wall showed the scorch marks in the shape of the fleeing elves, white in the burnt area. The dragons aim had been perfect. @130story
A glow filled the air as night creatures gathered around the fire to perform esoteric dances casting long shadows into the forest @130story
After many hasty snatches into the fire, he succeeded in drawing out a biscuit; blowing off the heat & ashes, he offered it to me. @130story