Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170212144717/@comment-26854056-20170223231048

She smiled, waving Morrigan off while tending to the small embers that were resonating in the campfire. Although she was unhappy with how much smoke it created, at least she was abble to cook something with it.

Oea turned the roots over, trying to hide their location by smothering the smoke.