[Seasonal Event] feel like whistling

Emmett chuckled just a little at her admission of the fire being an 'added bonus'. There was something satisfying in seeing it burn, he could agree with that. Perhaps he could do the same thing with items from his home, let them all be consumed by the flames...would it be cathartic? Or painful? He had not yet realised most things from now on would be both. She introduced her...thing as Fangorn, explained his origins. Honestly, it raised more questions than answered them, but Emmett was too tired to ask them. "Oh, uh...hey Fangorn. I don' got a companion, no. Unless you count the cows." Melita would probably not count the cows. After this there were another few easy bits of small talk as he watched the bonfire burn, the debris finally turning black then cracking into the mass of heat, the lump growing smaller and smaller until it was a few smouldering chunks on a patch of burned earth. The clean up was easy enough, just a few rocks around to make sure the last embers didn't spread and the junk back into the cart (where he would dispose of it at the farm). Nodding thanks to Melita, he went to get a nap in the inn, smelling of soot and a job well done. ~Fin~ Ok, Here It Goes