The stone fell into her hand as a group of people, all teens. "[i]And I was hoping for some solitude. Wonder what is going on?[/i]" Storing the stone and sand back in the pouch she tied the drawstring to her leather corded belt. Walking over she leaned against a tree, watching the scene unfold. Noting the elder teen handing out scrolls, Alysse frowned in thought. Lessons it seemed. Her words caught a few Latin words badly sounded out. Latin lessons on top of that. With a small smile she sat against the tree, and brought out her stone and sand beginning to work on the Celtic patterns again. Another treasure for her mother's crypt.  Already it was nearly half ways full with the various crafts she had made. Moira O'Neil would live a life of luxury in the afterlife. Half ways listening to the Latin she focused at the task at hand, odd how a background sound helped whittle away the details into a patient blur of simple work. "[i]I wonder if they are all demi like me? Most likely."[/i]