anna-kinath

They camp by the sea. They usually do, Maeve isn't sure if it's a matter of practicality or just what Sinbad is more comfortable with, but either way, she doesn't mind. The sound of the sea is so universal that it reminds her of home, and were she with any other man she might go so far as to say it's romantic, but she's with Sinbad, so she doesn't. She lets him stutter and grumble with his tinder box and the salt-encrusted driftwood for a few minutes before lighting the fire with a smirk and a flick of her fingers, leaving him glowering. "Show-off," he mutters, and that stings a little, so she changes the subject. "I hope the others are ok

They camp by the sea. They usually do, Maeve isn't sure if it's a matter of practicality or just what Sinbad is more comfortable with, but either way, she doesn't mind. The sound of the sea is so universal that it reminds her of home, and were she with any other man she might go so far as to say it's romantic, but she's with Sinbad, so she doesn't. She lets him stutter and grumble with his tinder box and the salt-encrusted driftwood for a few minutes before lighting the fire with a smirk and a flick of her fingers, leaving him glowering. "Show-off," he mutters, and that stings a little, so she changes the subject. "I hope the others are ok