Paige
Oh, if Paige doesn't beam at the praise. Yes she is very smart. Thank you for noticing, Wessex. The girl does put on a show of tilting her head back and forth, hands on her hips, lips pursed as she considers this new placement of the log. Finally, she gives a firm nod, grinning brightly up at Wessex as she bounces on the balls of her feet, "That's great! I think we'll be close enough for marshmallows, but far enough away we won't get any embers on us." Paige finally determines, turning back to the pit she's digging, doing a good job of making sure it's large enough and need enough to contain the eventual bonfire.
"Should we do rocks too? I know that sometimes people put rocks." The young Attuned looks up at her, brows knitting together, clearly waiting for the older woman's judgement on this.
"Should we do rocks too? I know that sometimes people put rocks." The young Attuned looks up at her, brows knitting together, clearly waiting for the older woman's judgement on this.
Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind
They count me out time and time again
They count me out time and time again
