[color=D6CC88][u][b]Forest camp[/b][/u]

When she saw that the other two were gathering firewood, Amuné split off with Wyth.  By the time the fire was going, the moorcat had caught a rabbit, and the girl had cleaned it and stuck it on a stick.  She found two sturdy forked branches and set up a clumsy spit to cook the meat.  She was still really hungry, but at least no longer painfully so.  Ethan held out his coat and said she could sleep under it, and the child gave him a shy smile before turning back to the fire.  When the rabbit was done she ate some of it, but Amuné found she felt full far faster than she expected, and left most of it for the next day.  She settled down and draped the jacket over her, pillowing her head on the moorcat that snuggled up next to her, and was asleep soon after.

Wyth lifted his head when Ethan rose, but stayed put.  His girl was still sleeping, and she needed the rest badly, for her sleep had been uneasy since they left home.  This was one of the few nights that had passed without her sobbing or crying out.  Amuné stirred after a few minutes, and the moorcat looked at her.  Grey eyes fluttered open and looked back as the child's dirty contenance brightened slightly with a smile.  "Morning Wyth," she whispered, burying her face in his side.  She didn't know if she was ready to face the other four yet this morning.

When Ethan started walking around, however, the girl moved so she could watch him.  He'd been nice, and he was Ydran and Magi, like her, and he didn't feel dangerous.  But then neither had home, and look at what happened there.  Amuné suppressed a shudder and pulled his coat closer around her shoulders.  She fingered the rough material for a moment.  Her father had said that Seers could sometimes tell things about people, though he didn't know how it worked, other than needing a connection to the person.  Would something of his, like the coat, be considered a connection?  Could she try deliberately to trigger a vision?  The child considered.  She kept wavering between wanting to trust Ethan and being afraid of what would happen if she slipped up.  And he might just change his mind about helping some strange kid without getting anything in return.  Her grip on the jacket tightened, and her jaw set.  It wouldn't hurt to try, would it?  She knew magic was draining, but she needed to know.  Her father had taught her the basics, though he'd not been able to teach her anything specific to her gift.

Amuné reached within herself for the power she knew was there, and tried to bring a tiny drop of it to the surface.  Her eyes focused on nothing, glazing over.  And for a brief moment, there was...something.  Nothing she could make out, and it was gone before she even realized that she felt it.  A wave of exhaustion passed over her and the girl slouched.  She'd not learned anything about Ethan, but at least she'd learned something about herself.  She gave herself a shake and focused on the man properly.  "Morning," she ventured tentatively.  For now, she would wait and see what happened.[/color]