Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20181211180148/@comment-25363089-20181214171047

As the two girls fell asleep; The tailor merchant lady was still awake occionally she walked off not to far from the camp site; But far enough to gather some more wood to keep the fire going  through the night. She didn't grab any of the big logs but just some small sticks and the occional arm size log or two. She tossed the small ones in before tossing the big ones ontop of them.

After that she put a few stones in the fire as well letting the fire heat them up while she dug out a two human size pit for the stones. Once the stones were hot enough she tossed them all in and burried them with dirt. From there she used one shirt as a makeshift pillow and the other as a blanket. She layed on the heated soil and enjoyed a nice warm dirt bed.

Four hours later Lark came down from the hill side; Having not spotted any danger. She tapped Merlin on her head. "Hey..hey wake up. Its your turn to keep watch.". She informed Merlin quitely as she tossed some more wood onto the dying fire to keep it going further till morning. "Huh?..Oh?..Oh..alright..". Merlin sleeply complieded with Lark as she grabbed her hat and broom. She tiredly walk up to the hill side and hunkered down in the same bush that Lark was in. As she did she got a nasty whiff something fowl.

''Ewww! What the heck is that stink! Did she?..Noo..she did not! '' She took one step into a puddle. ''Ewewewewew! EWWWWW! LARK! I'm So gonna punch you! Nasty! ''Merlin wiped her shoe clean as best she could and got out of the bush and hid some where else.

She hid inside a dead tree that was a few feet further back behind the bush. She used her semblance to craft a fire wisp to light her hidding spot a little bit as she pulled out a book to read while she waited. She checked her surrounding every ten minutes by peeking out of her hidding spot and even checked when she heard something strange. But she didn't see anything out of the normal.

Lark slept in her suit of armor curled up beside her weapon Guinvere. She was holding it like a body pillow or rather like a lover would to their other lover.