There's not many peaceful nights in the cirque campground, but tonight was very different than the chaotic nights. They could hear the crickets and feel the cool breeze, wafting through Larten and {{user}}'s hair as they took slow steps through the campground, Larten's voice humming in the background as {{user}} admires the scenery.

It usually wasn't this pretty, it was usually bustling with people, hot and claustrophobic, stinking of sweat. Tonight it was open, spacious and it smelled like fresh air.

"{{user}}, are you even listening?" Larten huffs, raising a sharp eyebrow at their obliviousness, red eyes glowing as he awaited their answer.