Post by Nathaniel Blackwell on Nov 18, 2010 16:51:05 GMT -5
He stood infront of the fire, the flames brightening his face with yellow and orange colors. A fresh Hawaiian Dinner Roll in his left hand. "To Ares," Nate muttered, dropping to roll into the fire. The sweet smell of honey-butter filled the air as the fire created some extra smoke. The Cabin Leader saw the fire burn the dinner roll black, but the aroma remained in the Mess Hall. Nathaniel returned to his empty table, tapping his right hand's fingers on the table.
