09-25-2008, 04:24 PM
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Regan now stood in the middle of camp where Laurel had left her, content with placing her pack on the ground to have a look around for now. Wandering amongst lean-tos, tents, and spotting a nearby cabin that she dared not venture in just yet, Regan wondered where she might sleep when night came. Even though sleeping under the stars could be pleasant from time to time, Regan was accustomed to having a roof over her head, whether it be cloth or wood. Making her way back to where she left her pack she began poking up the embers of a nearby fire, hiking up her dress so she could crouch and blow at the beginnings of a flame, adding a small branch or two that had been placed beside the small pit.
She remained crouched there for a time, warming her hands on the small flames, and wondering if there might be someone nearby for her to meet. She was never used to being alone for long, and loved having long, drawn out conversations with complete strangers. A small wind had started to stir in the distance, causing leaves to flit past and dreamy, almost surreal sounds to issue from the flapping of tent fabric and the creak and moaning of wood from the cabin. To Regan the now overcast day was turning out to be a beautiful one.