Cordelia
Their Luxere is built and she's rather impressed by the whole thing. It is just as big as her shift and fairly spot on thanks to Deimos's magic. Cordelia stands back with her hands on her hips. "I don't think we did too bad, but now there is food to be had." The Attuned turns back to her dear legs, dressed and ready for roasting over an open flame, which has thankfully been provided by whatever spirit has brought them together. She goes back to their sleigh, retrieving a spit from the back, setting it up close to the fire without being directly over it.
She sticks close enough that she can slowly turn it, making sure it doesn't burn while it cooks, amber gaze flicking between them meat and the others that start to approach the flames to heat their own treats.
Cordelia sets up a spit to roast her leg of dear.
She sticks close enough that she can slowly turn it, making sure it doesn't burn while it cooks, amber gaze flicking between them meat and the others that start to approach the flames to heat their own treats.
Cordelia sets up a spit to roast her leg of dear.
All the king's horses, all the king's men
Couldn't put me together again
Couldn't put me together again
