(Heh. I haven't exactly been an angel either.)
Tyler brushed his hair back, looking about camp. It was evidently worn. A broken log -how embarrassing that was- the fire pit, various scattered objects and places where the grass was flat in deer-like beds. He knew it wouldn't be long until they would be on the run again. He sat down with a quiet "Wooshf!" on his beaten mat and yawned. How was he still tired?
Silently, Clare nodded. "I-" She began, but she didn't have a chance to finish. She turned at the sound of splintering wood. Found some. She had to smile. Thunder had apparently stepped in a pile. She stood up and gathered the wood, then came back and gingerly tossed it into the fire. She hated fire, and didn't like the idea of getting too close. Too many burns.
Tyler brushed his hair back, looking about camp. It was evidently worn. A broken log -how embarrassing that was- the fire pit, various scattered objects and places where the grass was flat in deer-like beds. He knew it wouldn't be long until they would be on the run again. He sat down with a quiet "Wooshf!" on his beaten mat and yawned. How was he still tired?
Silently, Clare nodded. "I-" She began, but she didn't have a chance to finish. She turned at the sound of splintering wood. Found some. She had to smile. Thunder had apparently stepped in a pile. She stood up and gathered the wood, then came back and gingerly tossed it into the fire. She hated fire, and didn't like the idea of getting too close. Too many burns.
