#campfire time!

[emotionaloof]

theyre camping :]]]]]

[mmphmmphmrf]

Pyro please, give me some comfort I'm having a bad day...

-@aidathetacoeater

Huh? Oh! Khamaahh! 🫵, mrr!

🔥🌭

[gallantgautier]

🔥 !

With the sun beginning to dip below the horizon, Sylvain will admit, the scene is straight out of novel. The sound of gentle waves lapping at the shoreline, the sky free of gulls and their raucous calls, it’s the kind of evening that might make him contemplative.

And, it’s mercifully cooler.

Which means making his way to the large bonfire is inviting. To his surprise, as he moves to one of the log benches, he finds it already occupied. Sylvain sits on the opposite end from Dorothea, one knee bent with his foot on the wood, wrapping an arm loosely around his leg.

“Not a bad night, huh?” he says, just to make conversation. “This place is kind of weird though, right? Not in a bad way, just...” he waves a hand in a vague gesture. There’s no real way to describe this seaside haven,  

[spreadmelikenutella]

Off to a campfire! :D be back later! Love you all!