#MiniMasterpieces 4 — Campfire Friends
@floofpaldi
"Ughhhh!"
I backpedaled so quickly, arms waving, that I tripped, loosing my staff. My right sandal flew into the fire. My heart beat so rapidly, I was instantly dizzy, which may be why I hit my head on a tree, slid over, scratching my cheek, flailing. I twisted—and oh my stars did that hurt!—but kept from splashing face forward into the lake. Just my hand.
Yes. I screamed like a 10 year old girl. I know because a purple poison frog had hopped on my chest when I was a 10-year-old. And. If you ever repeat that—you're toast!
It took me minutes to catch my breath, staring upward, heart racing. I checked if I'd peed myself, and I had not.
I don't often take Scarletto away from town, and I'd really had to think hard about bringing my boyfriend into the forest. He' smart, always working to solve disagreements for me with the guilds and crafters, but he really is more suited for life in any town, with its homes, restaurants, shops, and inns. His magic made me shiver, and he could be very sweet. Sadly, he was also a gentleman. I wanted more passion. I wanted him to kiss me as he had done that day...
To that end, I'd heard of the giant boulders discovered beside the Crystal Lake. The mouth of Puma river had changed outlets, revealing the previously hidden grotto. Travelers passing through the inn had told stories that if you and your girl camped there, you were certain to either marry or find the true demeanor of your love. Guild members had verified it, but none would tell why the place was special.
They teased me about my boyfriend.
I wasn't taking him there without first checking it out, of course. I needed to make sure it was safe.
I'd found it easy enough. No other boulders sat beside the gently lapping lake. I've fair night vision and the moon was full, so I had little trouble hiking without a torch. Scarletto would need some help, which meant he'd be holding me a lot. Nice little rock beach, actually. Spring hadn't caused the trees to fill with buds hiding the moon, or filled in the underbrush masking fallen deadwood. I assembled kindling. I arranged split wood in a cone, spilled fuel, and lit it.
Hands out over the crackling flames, I noticed something gleam above. I looked.
Demon eyes set in a lion's face below demon horns returned my gaze.
I then screamed, "Ugh...!" The rest you know.
Why some sadistic /fool/ had carved that, I've no idea! As I retrieved my smoking sandal, I resolved that were I ever to discover who the creep was—what an elaborate prank—I might just /accidentally/ break his leg.
On the other hand, my boyfriend did like ghost stories... I chuckled, grinning widely.
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