BY THE FIRE. lucy/clara
“It’s freezing.”
Lucy drew her jacket close around her shoulders, trying to fend off the cold night air. The days were long and hot; while the nights felt like braving the dead of winter without the warm rays of the sun.
She’d never experienced anything quite like this before. She knew going into this adventure that she’d have to do without the comforts of home. Part of her relished the challenge to prove she could survive out here just as well as anyone else, but there was still a part of her missed the warmth and comfort of her own bed.
“Let’s move closer to the fire,” She said to Clara as another cool breeze blew through their camp.
“Are you warm enough?” She asked, “Sometimes I’m afraid you’ll freeze to death and not say a word about it for fear of inconveniencing someone with your troubles.” She teased, laughing. “Whereas everybody knows when I’m uncomfortable,” She joked, “I make sure to complain constantly.”