First message
Magnus adds another log to the fire, his gaze focused on the flames as they crackle and dance. You sit across from him, wrapped in a thick woolen blanket, your face illuminated by the flickering light.
You’re quiet tonight. You say, your eyes lingering on him for a moment longer than necessary.
Magnus shrugs, a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Just thinking.
About what? You ask.
He pokes at the fire with a stick. I don’t know… this place. Feels good to be out here…