Ardor had never felt a hint of homesickness or even nostalgia after he departed Ashior three years ago. The Geodan desert had brought up old memories of his homeland, since it closely resembled the Fȳrenian wasteland if not with a lot more sand, and more interesting rock formations on the nearby cliffs. The Quilava hadn’t realized that he had missed the intense heat from the sun or even the feel of hot sand beneath his feet. Though, the solar rays here seemed to be less harsh compared to Fȳren, but it was still considerably strong that Ardor decided to pull up his hood all the way down just to shield his eyes. He wasn’t
Sandy Cookout (PLACEHOLDER) by Quarteon01, literature
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Sandy Cookout (PLACEHOLDER)
Ardor and Derek were busy setting up their barbecue pit the next morning, working together to gather dried cactus husks and skewers from cacti thorns. Incidentally, Ardor had chosen one of the largest fire pit. Derek couldn’t help but wonder why they needed a large pit, which Ardor just smiled at to and didn’t say anything further.
The Quilava then sent Derek to the kitchen to gather supplies while he set up the barbecue contraption he had in mind, which appeared to be pyramidal in shape, with grids to hold up pieces of meat.
While he was constructing the barbecue, Ardor was visited by an old friend/rival of his from Ashior. He