Campfire Chat
@ostwickjoker
It was late when Ayane returned to camp. By the time she joined the fire it was licking the last of nearly spent wood. and danced around casting shadows on the faces of the other souls who’d yet to turn in.
She recognized one of them, the apparent leader of the Inquisition, Dominic Trevelyan. The fire’s glow limned his dark chestnut hair and broad chin in coppery highlights. The chisel of his face was striking, unmistakable even in the low, shifting light.
She knew little of him beyond his title and genial disposition. She’d had reservations about finding herself with the attention of the leaders here at first, but he had a way of putting her at ease, and now she felt a growing curiosity. What kind of leader was he?
As she joined the shared space, she gave a friendly wave in his direction. “Ah ... hello Dom.”
Her cloak was wrapped tightly around her slender frame. its warm wool dark and inscrutable in the night. A mess of red braids twined about her shoulders, a bright spot in the dark that mirrored the burning fire before them. "Can’t sleep?”
