Gourd Tidings! [Seasonal Event]

RexannA your battle-worn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore that you are ruined Melita responded kindly with a thank you before pausing and began to ask her a question, Rexanna’s own head swiveled toward her with high brows before the noise caught up. It wasn’t a pumpkin, far too large to make that kind of sound, the large steps crackling branches and sticks beneath, before a masked figure entered the group. Immediately Rexanna was on edge, having gripped the stick with the fiery pumpkin and finding the edge to try and fling it at the stranger. But she looked upon him, sucking in a breath and glaring at those strange yet familiar shoulders – remembering how her hands grazed over them multiple times before huffing out a breath. “Alistair!” She chided in her honeyed voice, a small breathless laugh escaping her lips. “You almost made my heart stop, and not in the good way.” She laughed before he spoke. Melita answered his poised question first, and Rexanna bobbed her head toward him with a grin. “The more the merrier.” She said, patting the spot beside her as she settled down again. Turning her pumpkin over the flame before realizing it was probably done. Looking to Melita she beamed, gesturing that the pumpkin was done. She made a spot on the ground with flattened leaves as to try and keep some cleanliness to it, before dropping the pumpkin onto it and piercing the top – steam came out from it and she wiggled it a bit further to try and open up the top, patiently waiting for it to cool down before attempting to dig in. AND YOU WONDER WHY HE LETS YOU — THE BUTCHER TOUCH HIM — THE SUN

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