[ The kiss is infused with a warm chuckle, savoured in the sunshine beating down on them and their melting ice cream.
The week flies by in a flurry of texts and calls as Fjord works through his usual shifts with no real urgency, answering Molly's questions and queries as they start to pile up a little more toward the friday when it comes to driving down. Fjord is in Caduceus's little van because they can fit their stuff in the back without a fuss and they swing around Molly's way so that Yasha can follow them in her car. He leans out his window to give Molly a peck on the cheek while they load up.
Caduceus's van, with its extra space, also rapidly fills up somehow.
Fjord sends voice messages on the drive down. The countryside is beautiful where the fields have been rented out for the weekend and they park up at the other end of one where people have already set up their OOC tents, a number of them in the process of doing so. Beyond the fence, the main field is a riot of colour as far more elaborate, fancy tents have been erected for the larp, flags flying here and there as everyone gets the scenery ready. Most people are wearing normal clothes but a few are already in the spirit as they wear antlers and capes. The spot Caduceus chooses is in eyeshot of the crew and first-aid, after a suggestion from Fjord, and it's truly exciting to hop out onto the grass and ferry their gear to set up there, someone in the camp tootling a merry tune on a flute when they start making camp. ]
Probably a bard, [ he tells Molly with a wry grin, ] never too early for a bad song.
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[ The kiss is infused with a warm chuckle, savoured in the sunshine beating down on them and their melting ice cream.
The week flies by in a flurry of texts and calls as Fjord works through his usual shifts with no real urgency, answering Molly's questions and queries as they start to pile up a little more toward the friday when it comes to driving down. Fjord is in Caduceus's little van because they can fit their stuff in the back without a fuss and they swing around Molly's way so that Yasha can follow them in her car. He leans out his window to give Molly a peck on the cheek while they load up.
Caduceus's van, with its extra space, also rapidly fills up somehow.
Fjord sends voice messages on the drive down. The countryside is beautiful where the fields have been rented out for the weekend and they park up at the other end of one where people have already set up their OOC tents, a number of them in the process of doing so. Beyond the fence, the main field is a riot of colour as far more elaborate, fancy tents have been erected for the larp, flags flying here and there as everyone gets the scenery ready. Most people are wearing normal clothes but a few are already in the spirit as they wear antlers and capes. The spot Caduceus chooses is in eyeshot of the crew and first-aid, after a suggestion from Fjord, and it's truly exciting to hop out onto the grass and ferry their gear to set up there, someone in the camp tootling a merry tune on a flute when they start making camp. ]
Probably a bard, [ he tells Molly with a wry grin, ] never too early for a bad song.