"A night it is," Tala said, brushing her ash-coated hands off on her breeches in a kind of finalizing manner, before reaching behind herself and lifting up a large walking stick. Using this, she lifted herself onto her feet, grumbling a bit about her bones in the process. "You can share a tent with one of the girls, or share here, if you like. Kojo can get you your bedding."
"Just be warned, you share with Paja, she kicks," Kojo said, low and teasing, "so try and sleep closer to her head if that's where you go."
"That is a remarkably private bit of knowledge you're spouting off about about someone's sleeping habits," Tala said, which shut Kojo up so quickly you could hear his teeth snapping together. The larger orc cleared his throat, and very rapidly changed the subject.
"Anyway, the fire should be going, let's go get a good spot," he said, a little rushedly and a little darker in the face he had been a few moments before. He gestured for Vara to follow him out of the tent, shortly followed by Tala herself, though the old orcess seemed content enough to take her time.
There was definitely a difference, as it seemed with most things, in what the orcs considered a fire and what a regular-sized person might consider a fire. For the tall behemoths that they were, the size of the fire was decent; enough to provide a fair gathering of the tribesmen with equal shares of light and warmth. To a human, however, the billowing flames were huge, likely able to burn for hours and hours and hours before it finally died out on its own.
A few families lingered a bit further away, with plenty of blankets to both sit upon as well as keep wrapped around their shoulders. The littlest orcs, anywhere from Vara's hip to just over her own height, seemed to vy for whatever space they could find closest to the fire and thus to where the action was, running back and forth around the circle until they were chided for playing so close to the flames.
Upon spotting them, Paja waved both her arms excitedly, gesturing at the open space on her own blanket for them to take a seat upon.
"Vara! Sit with me! And bring that stinking oaf with you, if you must." She grinned, baring teeth and tusk as she did, though it seemed it was all in gentle teasing for how Kojo snorted.
"As if you have any place calling someone stinking," he retorted, nudging hard at her shoulder before taking his own seat on the blanket.