no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Smiling as she agreed, Ronin watched her reflected in the dying light of the sun, the Star following her gaze over his shoulder at the trees in the distance. ”That doesn’t sound too difficult. You go ahead and make the pit, I’ll get some kindling.” Nodding to Amalia, Ronin turned to jog across the sand, feeling that a trip on his cloud would be lazy at this point. In the wake of the LongHeat sun, there was plenty to choose from; dried wood from palms and driftwood bleached on the sand. Indeed, it only took him a few moments to gather armfuls of the stuff, which he brought back to where he and the Shield had set up unexpected camp. A few further trips and there was enough to start the fire and sustain it for a bit, too, and he smiled to Amalia. ”How’s it looking?”