Faris turned as someone said her name, smiling brightly at the handsome guy with rather pretty hair and deep eyes. She nodded. [b]”Yes, I’m Faris,”[/b] she said, starting to explain about the fire situation when another rather good looking guy walked up and said it wasn’t a good idea. Faris pouted, knowing a fire would probably get the party shut down just like he said, but she was always in an arguing mood. [b]”Damn, children of Gods are good looking, aren’t we?”[/b] she said, before looking surprised. [b]”I said that out loud,”[/b] she told herself, again out loud before blinking a few times as if trying to find her train of thought. [b]”Ah yes! Mr. D told me the only thing I couldn’t do was start a fire. But why? Why must we have all these rules and regulations?”[/b] she began moving her free hand around, brow furrowed in concentration as she explained. [b]”Freedom gentlemen, freedom is where we do whatever we want. Sure, whatever feels good might not always be the smartest thing, but how can one be old and wise if you were never young and stupid, huh? Tell me that much at least,”[/b] she paused, raising an eyebrow as if she was making more sense than the smartest professor at Harvard. [b]”Look, I’ll tell you what, let’s start like, a fire to roast hotdogs and… and what are those little white cloud things again?”[/b] she frowned, pressing two fingers together as if she were squishing something, staring intently at her two fingers for a pause. [b]”Oh yes, marshmallows! We need marshmallows,”[/b] she said, giving Gaspard an expression of her lips scrunched over to the side in expectation, waiting for a fire and marshmallows. [b]”I’m sorry, what were your names again? I’m Faris… And I’m reckless.”[/b] She smiled, winking at Connor since he had said not to encourage such recklessness. Tonight he would probably not get his way if Faris had a say.