Greatwater Lake jack-o-lanterns in july.

@Magpie <3

So... was it bad that she'd so obediently followed Fox's orders? Finley couldn't help but wonder this as she walked across the flatlands with her young charge in tow. There was a time when being told to do something that required a certain degree of responsibility would have elicited a haughty smirk and a see ya bitches, and off she'd be on the next reckless adventure. Not anymore though.. Now she didn't even question her instructions, just up and did as she was told like the good little puppy she was... What was wrong with her? Was she losing her edge? Was she losing touch with her reckless side? The side of her that made her who she was?? Was she growing... tame?????

Finley shut her eyes tight for a few seconds. When her eyelids popped back open, she shook her head and away went all of those dramatic, overly introspective thoughts. Instead she thought only one thing, for it was this one thing that was leading her thoughts astray - dear god I am so fucking tired.

"Why don't we camp here for the night?" Fin said as she was already dropping down onto her haunches. She'd barely slept the night before, being too wired from the excitement of getting to go on an adventure to do much more than blink at Magpie's sleeping form, waiting eagerly for her to wake up so that they could keep going (only slightly awkward when the girl actually caught her doing this... an unfortunate number of times). There would be no repeat of that tonight - her wide, squeaky yawn made that clear enough for her.