Silver Falls A bit late for camping

looks, mid to late afternoon

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Silver Falls had to be his favorite place for power practice. Not only was it breathtaking, but the hike there was good exercise, and he liked to wrestle the falls with the power of his mind.

He was particularly keen on testing if being in a pact would make this all any easier.

His thoughts of magic were interrupted by a familiar scent in the air. Smoke. And Flynn wasn't a firefighter only on the clock. It was his duty, at any time.

So he went off the path to try and find the source of it, ready to give a stern warning if the fire wasn't secure.

outfit

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Once, he would have been the one in the other man's shoes.

Keen to practice fire safety, to scold those who might have been practicing unsafe outdoor skills. Instead his time as firewatch had come to an end when he had left here. Not yet had he returned to that job or found another. Which meant he had found himself with ample free time for activities like this.

The fire was small, contained. Truly made just to make a outdoorsman cup of coffee. Dumb, he knew, but something to occupy his time.

Sensitive ears lent him the ability to hear the approach. Head turned to look over his shoulder, but he made no move to stand up from his low camping chair.

"Was it the fire or coffee that brought you?"

It was only when the younger man mentioned coffee that the scene made sense to Flynn. A camper perhaps, choosing the great outdoors over a kitchen and a fire over a kettle. A little weird according to him, but overall harmless.

"I came for the fire but could stay for a coffee." He replied with a little smirk. "If you don't mind the company."

And he could dump water on the embers himself if he stayed, which would put his mind at ease.

"Would never mind the company of a fellow outdoorsman and there's more than enough to go around." He sought to assure the other man with a warming smile. Although it would not compare at all to the warmth of the fire and a fresh cup of coffee.

"Come," He invited as he freed his chair, offering it to the man. Content to sit himself on a nearby stone. "You hike here often?"

He had no inkling of a beast within this one. So the man might truly be a hiker by nature rather than forced into the wilderness.

Flynn nearly retorted that he wasn't old enough to be given a chair, but it would be warm, and save a smidge of energy, which could be put towards practice later, so he accepted it with a nod. It was comfortable enough, and warm too.

"I do, yeah. The falls are the perfect place to get inspiration." He replied with a little smile.

This could be interpreted in a few ways, even if he obviously meant magic.

Inspiration!

"Musician? Artist?"

There was a grin on his face as he reached for his bag. Prepared to rummage free the appropriate colored forest green enamelware mugs. His personal bag had long been prepared for two people. That was the life of a person who shared their body with another host!

"Artist of water." He replied, smile widening.

He had yet to meet someone who reacted badly to this, so his guard was down.

Huh!

"What all does that entail?"

Mugs set down on the flattest surface he could find between them. Then campfire coffee poured into each.