WESSEX
Loki bounces on alongside Paige, picking up a stick to carry on their way out - and then trying to pick up another one on their way back in. She carries it proudly in her mouth before dropping it and scooting the two sticks together with her nose so she can carry both - sand and all. It isn’t much in the grand scheme of stick-collecting, but she’s helping any way she can.
Wessex, in the meantime, has dragged the log into place and is just trying to make some final adjustments because she really has no idea how close they should be to the imagined bonfire. Honestly, she probably wouldn’t let them be alone out here, but she isn’t Paige’s parent. “How’s this?” she asks the girl lightly as they return, leaving it open for her to test the log and its ‘comfiness.’
No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all
