The white haired tiefling sat by the fire, watching it dance. Her knees brought to her chest, tail wrapped around her left leg as she relaxed to the dancing flames. Her fingers daring to touch it, as if it weren’t to hurt her. The warmth of the red and orange beauty flickered in her red hues.
She was lost in her thoughts again, unable to shake them. They haunted her, in her own way. Course, everyone all had their own demons. The snores and rustles of the others around the camp echoed into the night.