Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27824390-20170207012402/@comment-31605619-20170208021220

Quince sat in silent, feeling the fire's warmth beginning to fade, and watching as the fire got lower and quieter, as if it too was falling asleep, and then as it turned to a few still hot embers in the white ash, and then finally dissappearing into a small pile of charcoal and ash. His head hung low in drowsiness as he sat there. Luckily, he was used to falling asleep in his wheelchair, and he was soon asleep as well, sitting straight on the log with one arm over Regunnash, and his head leaning against hers slightly.

(timeskip to morning?)