Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-28439145-20170903222552

"So, what's your name?" The fox glanced up at me from where he was lying down. "Ash." We sat in silence for a bit. "My name is Birch." More silence. "You know, it's hard to make a fire from scratch. Surprising a lil bunny like you can do it so well." I smiled at Ash's praise. "It would be better if I could make marshmallows from scratch too." Ash chuckled. "Yeah." We watched the flames rise up from the small pile of sticks that we had assembled. I was holding a sharpened stick, and as I checked its point a splinter stuck in my finger. I squeaked in pain. Ash got up, walked over to me, and delicately plucked the splinter out. He spit it out into the fire, and it made a sizzling sound. "Thanks." Ash sat down next to me and sighed. "I miss my parents." We didn't talk for the rest of the night.