Bordeaux was stretched on the sand outside the firelight, leaning on one elbow while he ate.
The firelight flickered weakly; creating shadows on his face that made his expression hard to discern.
She readied supper, careful to spend as little time in the ring of firelight as possible.
The force of the strike knocked everyone off their feet and deadened the firelight, except for the torches in the corners.
His features were chiseled, the firelight casting harsh shadows across the planes of his face.
They all raised their heads to listen, and out of the forest into the bright firelight stepped two strangely clad human figures clinging to one another.