The campfire’s flames cast long shadows upon the stone formation around it, the wind gently encouraging the flames to sing a gentle melody to which the shades could dance to. Their dance took them from stone to stone, back and forth in an irregular pace, sometimes even growing twice as large before dying down again to their actual size upon the stone. They did not leave the safety of the light within the circle of stones, that like small monolithes encircled the fire that’d been placed exactly in the middle of said formation. One of the shades grew darker, clearer, and reached out for the fire with a long finger to see if it could sing another song for them to dance to… Kitalpha prodded the fire with her poke, a glorified oaken branch, making one of the logs she’d gathered earlier as the base of the campfire collapse into the ashes underneath it. Cinders spewed up into the air and gently lit the crimson eyes hidden behind the blonde bangs. The light reflected softly, and the blonde mage bend over the fire to readjust the skewered meat over the fire, hoping for it to not have burnt the outer layer when she was spacing off. As a lover of food she couldn’t stand anyone ruining food, drinks or dishes, even if they were but the simplest of things. The scent of well-done seasoned meat slowly spread around the campfire. She wondered how long it would take before nature’s nocturnal predators were to show themselves and claim her meal… or claim her for their meal. Hadn’t it been for the advantageous location right now, Kitalpha would’ve surely opted to go to bed on an empty stomach, or to snack on some berries instead of meat. It was the very reason she’d chosen this peculiar formation of rocks close to an extended ledge; sure it gave her less directions to escape from were she to get in trouble, but it also lessened the directions trouble could come from. After all, she wasn’t looking for trouble at this point, but was sure trouble would come looking for her soon. Whichever way, if it came for her at least she’d have her stomach filled. She took the skewer off the fire and replaced it with two new ones, reaching within the small tasset on her hip to sprinkle some seasoning upon the meat, as well as some within the fire. The things she tossed into the fire were known as Traveler’s Joy, or Clematis Vitalba, a herb known for giving a campfire or barbeque pleasant scent when dried and burnt.
Once having the skewers secured she leant back against her stone, one probably taller than her if she were to stand up straight, and played with the thin wooden stick holding the smaller pieces of meat together between her slender fingers. She’d gotten rid of the long coat she wore with this attire and now sat cross-legged within her black trousers, sporting short boots and a simple black tank top, revealing a modest amount of cleavage and a well-kept and trained body, visible even within the lingering darkness of an early night. Her mouth watered as she took in the scent and chomped down on the first bit of meat, tugging it off with an awfully enjoying expression, allowing herself to focus on her humble dinner at hand instead of the looming surroundings around her. Had anything bad been keen to happen, she trusted her ability to be able to fight it off… or to run in case she couldn’t. Worst come to worst she could always call upon her newest companion, Jack, the Skeleton King.