Hike, start!
Username: The Pirate
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Prompt response:
Aos tossed and turned turned in their cot, the uncomfortable heat settling deep into their bushy fur and causing beads of sweat to form. Their hair, which was usually let free to sit wildly upon their shoulders, was now wrapped tightly into a knot in order to combat the rising humidity. The forecast had called for a night spent in blistering heat, causing many of the Kampers to be kept awake in the miserable temperatures. Aos, however, was awake for another reason.
Thinking back to the previous night, Aos recalled braving the darkness to investigate a strange noise. Though there were many other kalons alongside them with the same curiosity, there was a buzz of fear in the air that had kept them all relatively quiet, almost in waiting. While a few rogue kalons had been smart enough to bring along flashlights, most of the kampers were relying on Aos' glowing breath to illuminate the otherwise pitch-black forest.
"Man, we really lucked out!" said an unknown kamper who quickened their pace to stand beside Aos. Aos nervously glanced at the kalon, whose friendly eyes beamed at them in the darkness. "Who would have thought we'd have a personal flashlight to guide us?"
Aos, in fear that they were being teased, shifted uncomfortably in the darkness. But when they built up the courage to sneak another glance at the stranger, they were surprised to find the same warmth and friendliness as before.
"My name's Damsel," said the stranger, and with a large smile she revealed a set of fangs that gave her an odd, crooked grin.
Aos panicked at the thought of having to make their own introduction, but in the delay, Damsel continued on.
"I absolutely love the woods at night, don't you?" Damsel said. Before Aos could reply, she was talking again. "I have a cabin in my own woods a few hours from here, though I usually prefer to sleep under the stars. I guess you could say I'm a professional kamper!"
Aos suspected that they were meant to laugh at the poor joke, but as shadows in the woods continued to reach and bend, they felt unable to produce a laugh.
"Anyways, I sure am happy that we've got your...er....light(?) to guide us!" Damsel continued. Aos raised an eyebrow and gave the kalon another look-over. With tangled purple fur, Damsel really looked as though she were a professional kamper. There were even a few twigs and berries hidden throughout her hair and tail. But as disheveled as she was, Aos could tell that she meant every smile.
"Thank you," Aos said, almost in a whisper. For a moment they thought Damsel hadn't heard it, but when they looked back at her she was giving them a gentle grin.
That night, when the kounselors had scolded the group for investigating the noise, many of them sulked away back to their cabins, letting out a few mutters of disapproval. Damsel, however, hadn't lost her smile, and as she and Aos parted ways, she reached out to pat Aos on their back.
"You know, I feel a lot better about going on this Test of Courage now that I know we'll have your breath to lead the way!" Damsel said.
With that, she skipped away, though Aos could have sworn they saw her duck back into the woods. She was a strange kalon, indeed. Nevertheless, Aos felt a burst of relief thinking about their encounter. When they had signed up for the Test of Courage, they had thought they'd be going into it alone, as usual. But now, Aos had a sinking suspicion that they'd have a purple-haired kalon by their side. And for the first night of kamp, despite the overwhelming wave of heat, Aos drifted off into a deep, happy sleep.