Mari had gathered as many pamphlets as she could to give to Rowan. Which meant three. She didn't really have the motivation to seek them out, so she'd just taken the ones that had fallen into her lap, pretty much. The blaze was nice enough, though it all felt like a waste of paper to her as she sat beside the fire, staring up at the stars.
She'd found that if she stared into the fire then looked up at the black, it created an effect like sunspots in her sight. Interesting enough.
"I met a dog made out of fire the other day. I bet he'd be a good bonfire."
Lucia had one that she collected off of a new neophyte. So what if she was actually interested and liked them? That girl needed to focus more on her studies and errands in her opinion; she was slacking. Lucia was doing her a favor.
She stretched out her legs from her spot on an adjacent log. "You met the fire dog too? What did you think he was like?" If two of them already met the dog, maybe she should too? Did she have the time to spare?
Marijke had provided precisely zero pamphlets. She really had liked hers; it was fun and she enjoyed the character of the mysterious, handsome Other.
“I spoke with him in writing,” she said of Silas, the fire-dog - or what she assumed was the fire-dog, unless multiple creatures were getting into the gardens. “He was...Well, he did not understand why eating the plants had been wrong.” She was doomed, it seemed, to deal with people who insisted on putting their mouths on things before they'd so much as opened them.
“This fire isn't going to last long. I still think this is excessive,” she muttered, watching the flames.
"It is fun." Rowan fed another piece of paper to the fire. "I have more wood over that way."
Rowan scowled into the fire, but was in either too a good mood or was too settled into his spot to do much more. "Too uncontrollable unless you yell enough." He looked over to Marijke. "He's avoided burning my plants after I did, so he understood at least that. Unfortunate for other plants, however."
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She'd found that if she stared into the fire then looked up at the black, it created an effect like sunspots in her sight. Interesting enough.
"I met a dog made out of fire the other day. I bet he'd be a good bonfire."
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She stretched out her legs from her spot on an adjacent log. "You met the fire dog too? What did you think he was like?" If two of them already met the dog, maybe she should too? Did she have the time to spare?
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“I spoke with him in writing,” she said of Silas, the fire-dog - or what she assumed was the fire-dog, unless multiple creatures were getting into the gardens. “He was...Well, he did not understand why eating the plants had been wrong.” She was doomed, it seemed, to deal with people who insisted on putting their mouths on things before they'd so much as opened them.
“This fire isn't going to last long. I still think this is excessive,” she muttered, watching the flames.
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Rowan scowled into the fire, but was in either too a good mood or was too settled into his spot to do much more. "Too uncontrollable unless you yell enough." He looked over to Marijke. "He's avoided burning my plants after I did, so he understood at least that. Unfortunate for other plants, however."
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