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The fire was almost complete, embers sparked and Lark blew gently to coax them awake. Finally, small flames sputtered and flickered to life, reaching their yellow tendrils up into the cold night air, then joined together as one unified flame to cut through the chill. Lark added a few more bits of wood for the fire to take to and eventually it was burning bright enough to enjoy the evening comfortably. Outside of the frigid temperature, the air was calm and the waves lapped lazily upon the shore, it was peaceful.
Lark took a deep breath and leaned back with a contented sigh, looking out across that elusive horizon. If he ever did make it home, he would miss nights like these — nights where silence was filled by the crackle of logs splitting under the bite of flames, the mellow rattle of water pushing and pulling loose shells, the rustle of jungle flora and the distant songs of the creatures within.
He heard someone approaching and looked up to see a face he didn’t recognize. “Oh, hello there!” He greeted the stranger, then shook his head slightly, “I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before, I’m Lark. What’s your name?” He looked at the fire, then back to the other, “It’s a cold night, would you care to join me?”
