"Mornings at camp hit different when you’re with the right people" - Amelia Jane
Sunlight filtered through the trees as the camp slowly came alive. John poked at his stew, grumbling, “Better than last time I suppose” Amelia Jane sat quietly, her book forgotten as she watched the firelight dance in her hair. Arthur stood nearby, quiet as always sketching with steady hands watching everything.
Javier stretched out, a slow grin playing on his lips as he soaked in the warmth. Sadie took a drag from her cigarette, narrowed her eyes, and smirked. “Enjoy it while it lasts. Don’t reckon Dutch’ll let it stay this quiet for long” For a few moments though, the camp breathed easy.














