STATUS : closed LOCATION : portum bonfire, walking the shore away from the commotion FEATURING : sam & open ( assumed connections welcome, or dm _rennaissance_ to plot )
THE BONFIRE WAS MEANT TO BE A DISTRACTION, sam knew this logically, but at the same time he couldn't help but be distracted. now that people were getting their abilities back, sam was hopeful this meant things were starting to look up, despite knowing deep down how naive that was. their abilities might be back, but that didn't stop the strange blood from appearing in the woods ⸺ nor the ritualistic looking wood arrangement that accompanied it ⸺ from weighing heavily on the back of everyone's minds.
still, sam was always one to find the silver lining in every situation, which is how he found himself walking down the shore. dark eyes were glued to the sand, searching, until he suddenly stopped, squatting to closer inspect the object that caught his attention. his hand shot out, fingers digging into the sand before presenting the object to the other with a lopsided grin. "what do you think? worth bringing home to the nest?"