you may be a natural | bonfire, wt

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]Bonfires. Her weekly task was to create a bonfire, with help from Leroy. Ophelia had to admit that she'd never made one, nor been to one. The task couldn't be too difficult, though, and she was sure she'd have fun. Leroy was someone she liked to talk to, which certainly helped make her a little less worried about the whole thing. It would be easy for her to get the practical things out of the way, and she'd make sure to do most of the labor so he wouldn't upset his injuries.

Of course, she figured it would be better not to say that she was doing most of the manual labor so he wouldn't have to. She'd found that pride was a thing that ran strong here, and she didn't want to impede on his. She only wanted to make sure he was safe, and the best way to go about doing that was to do it subtly and without telling him it was what she was doing.

So, early that morning she got to work on her contributions to the bonfire, gathering sticks, branches, and logs in a large pile. There was a lot of flight involved, going back and forth to collect all she needed. It was actually a little difficult to build something so large without it falling over. It was also difficult to make sure the wood wasn't too wet because of the damp, humid air and environment, but she made it work. By the time it was done, she felt a certain heaviness in the muscles of her wings and paws, but it was well worth it to see the pile she'd created. It needed only be lit.

Landing down lightly beside the pile, she breathed out a deep breath of air, moving her eyes away from her task to see how Leroy was doing with the more party-themed part of this task. She held up a couple of rocks in one of her paws, intending to let him do the honors of lighting the fire. "Are you ready to begin?"