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Re: Friend and Foe of Ancient Past (Demeter)
Idian's fingers grabbed Demeter's cheeks and lifted them until she showed a fake smile. "Underneath that grumpy face is a smile waiting to come out~" he cooed, smiling himself, before wrapping an arm around her waist and looking to set up camp now that the sun seemed eager to set with the ending of the witches and their harvest. The man they 'saved' was taken prisoner, and kept with the coven, who, despite their first impressions with him, were feeding him and treating him fairly well for a prisoner. He didn't have to sleep outside and he got a decent meal.
Idian was helping bring wood for the campfire as the sky turned orange, a sign that night was soon to follow, before he gave Demeter a nudge and gestured his head towards Octavia, who stood away from the fire and leaned against a tree, facing away from the camp, her back to the elf while she held up one hand, conjuring a small flame with a seemingly great deal of concentration, before a small gust of wind blew it out, the threads that composed the wind smashing the fire's threads to pieces.
Meanwhile, Bubbles was playing patty-cake with one of the smaller witches.
Idian's fingers grabbed Demeter's cheeks and lifted them until she showed a fake smile. "Underneath that grumpy face is a smile waiting to come out~" he cooed, smiling himself, before wrapping an arm around her waist and looking to set up camp now that the sun seemed eager to set with the ending of the witches and their harvest. The man they 'saved' was taken prisoner, and kept with the coven, who, despite their first impressions with him, were feeding him and treating him fairly well for a prisoner. He didn't have to sleep outside and he got a decent meal.
Idian was helping bring wood for the campfire as the sky turned orange, a sign that night was soon to follow, before he gave Demeter a nudge and gestured his head towards Octavia, who stood away from the fire and leaned against a tree, facing away from the camp, her back to the elf while she held up one hand, conjuring a small flame with a seemingly great deal of concentration, before a small gust of wind blew it out, the threads that composed the wind smashing the fire's threads to pieces.
Meanwhile, Bubbles was playing patty-cake with one of the smaller witches.