[It might not be ideal for some people but Misty loves it. She loves sleeping out under the moon and clouds. She loves wandering through the woods until she finds herself lost and confused and then back by the campfire again. It's all perfectly wonderful and she could stay here forever.
Not everyone might be though, and she realizes that hearing someone complaining about something about being sad.
Tucking her shawl a bit tighter about her, Misty came over and drops down beside her.]
Awww, don't be sad about that. I'd love a s'mores, if you're still sharin'.
Camping
Not everyone might be though, and she realizes that hearing someone complaining about something about being sad.
Tucking her shawl a bit tighter about her, Misty came over and drops down beside her.]
Awww, don't be sad about that. I'd love a s'mores, if you're still sharin'.