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Quince grinned, taking it. "Like a charm. Thanks." He opened the lighter and clicked it, holding a twig up next to the small, flickering flame that the lighter produced. After a long moment, the stick finally faught, a ribbon of warm red and orange beginning to crawl down it's length, towards Quince. He quickly tucked it under the stick pile, and let the kindling catch fire, which it did quite easily. He hadn't jumped or been hasty when the fire had caught, as he'd worked with fire often in his workshop back in the city. He snapped the lid back over it, and tossed it to Regunnash. "That should be enough. He began to stoke the flame, using a long, straight birch stick he had stripped bare when he was getting smaller twigs for the pile. Soon enough, it had grown into a warm, hearty fire. Quince leaned the stick back against on of the trees, and sat himself down on the soft soil next to the fire.

Ryley laughed in delight as her brother successfully started and grew the fire. She got up, running to the fire and sitting down across from Quince. She was eager to get warm. ))

Regunnash chuckled, and unknowingly scooted in towards Quince.