If Memory Serves
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If Memory Serves

There's a chill in the air tonight, but no one is cold. Every so often, if there's enough spare wood, Rucks and the Kid build a campfire near the Monument, and tonight is one of those nights.

Whenever they make a fire, there's an unspoken seating arrangement: Zulf, Zia, Kid, Rucks. No specific reasoning for it beyond personal comfort levels and warmth.

Zulf doesn't really like being leaned on or boxed in, so he sits on the outside edge. The same goes for Rucks.

Zia and the Kid are both warm and affectionate, so they gravitate to the center of the row. It all just makes sense.

Any other arrangement would make at least one person cold or uncomfortable (or both).

Nobody's said anything for a while, but not in a bad way; aside from the fire crackling and popping every so often, there's a comfortable silence settled over the area.

The Kid finds himself staring at the fire. Rucks or Zia would probably say something about the way the flames dance or how the embers float off into the sky, but he's just glad it's warm.

Rucks makes the face he always makes when he has something poignant and meaningful to say, opens his mouth to speak (probably to say something about flames or embers or plumes of smoke),

but Zulf talks first. "You know, it's funny. This kind of reminds me of my time in the Wild.

" This is new information for everyone; Zia is so surprised by it that she jerks upright from her original position of leaning against Zulf's shoulder to stare at him incredulously.

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