❝ fire ? no, i don’t smell anything. ❞ hands poised behind her back, she hopes they can’t see the smoke coming from that direction, lit branch still smoldering as she tries to unsuccessfully put it out without looking or moving enough to draw attention. ❝ that really is so odd. maybe someone’s having a campfire. ❞
“ it sure does SMELL like it , “ etienne noted. “ yeah - you must be right. a campfire. that makes perfect sense. “ etienne was slowly trying to get on better terms with his old friends , especially the ones he had pushed away & cut out of his life due to what he was going through at the time. he was almost there with tova - he hoped he could get there with the others as well.











