(Lucretia's lived this stupid life before; she kicks over all the wet leaves to find the dry ones underneath, finds sticks that have scattered close to the bases of trees. Those work well enough. The fire is a bit smoky but that's okay, they just need to get warm.)
It's... just a cantrip. (She glances sideways at Ray, confused. She'd been so at ease with the shield she'd just assumed that she knew what magic was. Strange.
That reminds me that she wanted to write everything down and she automatically pats herself as if she's wearing robes... and only then remembers that she left them on the beach in a sodden heap. Her journal is probably waterlogged and useless anyway. She can't find her pen, either. So it's shaping up to be a good start to the cycle. Something that Ray said before comes back to her, then: 'no houses. Do you think anybody lives out here?')
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It's... just a cantrip. (She glances sideways at Ray, confused. She'd been so at ease with the shield she'd just assumed that she knew what magic was. Strange.
That reminds me that she wanted to write everything down and she automatically pats herself as if she's wearing robes... and only then remembers that she left them on the beach in a sodden heap. Her journal is probably waterlogged and useless anyway. She can't find her pen, either. So it's shaping up to be a good start to the cycle. Something that Ray said before comes back to her, then: 'no houses. Do you think anybody lives out here?')
Wait, you don't live here?