After unpacking, James went to the firepit, and sat down, staying silent. He was still wearing his scarf, which, strangely, was the same bright yellow as his hair. He didn't bother talking, and merely glanced at the only girl who was already there.

Ashlyn went and sat down beside her brother with her flute, and while waiting for the others, she played a tune that sounded absolutely beautiful and, despite being played on only a flute, could be heard throughout the camp.