[Even with his experience traversing harsh and unforgiving terrain, this planet had been difficult. The days are long and relentlessly hot and the nights not long enough to get any real rest, but he tells himself that he has survived through worse and is content enough to put up the tents for shelter each time they stop.
During the day, they are usually on the move, but even with the convenience of the motorcycles they still have to rest. The cities are far apart, and it's hard to find anything like roads between them, so even with the guiding needle of the Hope-magnetised compass it can feel as if they are driving for hours and making no headway at all. When they stop, there will be a makeshift shelter for shade and, of course, something ready to eat. Ignis isn't about to skimp on the quality of his cooking just because the conditions are unfavourable.
At night, short at it is, a cheery campfire ensures that there's enough heat to get them through until the sun rises again. It's a trick to sleep, and though he manages it sometimes, he spends most of the short hours of darkness sat by the flames with his fingers tucked into the sleeves of his jacket for warmth. Should someone approach without warning or appear to be attempting to sneak up on the small camp, a faint flash of pale blue sparks around Ignis' hand will show the silhouette of a dagger suddenly clenched in his fist. Bookish he may appear, but defenceless he is not.
Open approaches are summarily offered a place by the fire, and a bowl of whatever food happens to be on the menu that night - for a small trade of their own supplies, of course.]
[Feb] in the wilderness - open to travel group/anyone who crosses them [OTA]
During the day, they are usually on the move, but even with the convenience of the motorcycles they still have to rest. The cities are far apart, and it's hard to find anything like roads between them, so even with the guiding needle of the Hope-magnetised compass it can feel as if they are driving for hours and making no headway at all. When they stop, there will be a makeshift shelter for shade and, of course, something ready to eat. Ignis isn't about to skimp on the quality of his cooking just because the conditions are unfavourable.
At night, short at it is, a cheery campfire ensures that there's enough heat to get them through until the sun rises again. It's a trick to sleep, and though he manages it sometimes, he spends most of the short hours of darkness sat by the flames with his fingers tucked into the sleeves of his jacket for warmth. Should someone approach without warning or appear to be attempting to sneak up on the small camp, a faint flash of pale blue sparks around Ignis' hand will show the silhouette of a dagger suddenly clenched in his fist. Bookish he may appear, but defenceless he is not.
Open approaches are summarily offered a place by the fire, and a bowl of whatever food happens to be on the menu that night - for a small trade of their own supplies, of course.]