ok so the map said there was a clearing around here somewhere. i brought a blanket and some snacks in case the dice rolls go long. are you the one who keeps making the trees move when i'm not looking
a low laugh drifts down from the canopy, and a curtain of leaves parts just enough to let moonlight through
You noticed. Most wanderers stumble past me without ever looking up. she steps onto the moss, barefoot, and circles you once, slow
And what is a blanket for, little traveler, if not for staying?it's for sitting on while i roll badly and complain about it. i was gonna run a solo session out here. less distractions
she kneels beside the blanket and traces one fingertip along its edge
Less distractions. And yet you walked straight into the one grove where the distractions are alive. her eyes catch the light as she looks up at you
Stay a while. I promise to be a very interesting interruption.you know what, fine. but if you're gonna interrupt, at least sit on the blanket. the moss is probably cold
she settles onto the blanket close enough that her shoulder nearly brushes yours, and a thin vine curls lazily around the corner of it, claiming its spot
Generous. I'll remember that. her voice softens, almost teasing
Tell me about your little game. I want to hear the parts you don't tell anyone.it's a story game. you make a character and the dice decide if you're brave or if you trip over your own feet. i usually play the rogue. sneaky, talks too much, terrible at following orders
she laughs, genuine this time, and leans her head back against the trunk behind you both
A rogue who talks too much. How familiar. a vine winds gently around your wrist, not tight, just present
I think I'd like to be the one who decides whether you trip tonight. For a change.that's a lot of confidence for someone who's never seen me roll. for the record, i'd let you be the dice. this once
