08-24-2020, 05:15 PM
Sweeney had not been there when the fires had rampaged the Pitt's jungle territory, though she knew of it and knew of the trauma it had left behind, specifically in Aine's mind. This fire made Sweeney think of the vixen, and made her wonder if she'd show up simply to freak out and stammer over words, though that wasn't something she would wonder aloud.
Listening to the soft crackle of the fire, Sweeney had come over to the slowly growing group, her ears pricked as she looked over those there, trying to listen to the words that had been spoken, the answers that had been given to the questions that had been asked. She couldn't think of anything to add, she enjoyed the warmth the fire gave, it was different from the scorching heat of the desert in some sense. More homely.
Listening to the soft crackle of the fire, Sweeney had come over to the slowly growing group, her ears pricked as she looked over those there, trying to listen to the words that had been spoken, the answers that had been given to the questions that had been asked. She couldn't think of anything to add, she enjoyed the warmth the fire gave, it was different from the scorching heat of the desert in some sense. More homely.
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