[center][color=MediumVioletRed][h1]Floure Camlo[/h1][/color][/center]

Pale eyes were staring up at the canopy, her raven hair fanning out behind her, in her thoughts Floure was a million miles away. She couldn't sleep.....
The young Traveler girl was worried about their current circumstances. They had almost run out of water, the horses which had carried them upon their backs were left behind, discarded like a piece of left over food. They didn't have a choice, the poor animals had used up the bulk of their strength and weren't made to track through the hot sands of the desert. Othen and Cillian made sure the animals didn't suffer any more than they already had. She couldn't watch.....

She shifted on her side trying her best to ease her worried mind by thinking of something else. Next to her she could feel Emmett stir in his sleep, twisting and turning restlessly. Whenever she managed to stay up until the late hours of the night she noticed that the young adventurer had a troubled sleep. This was the second time she was awake to take notice. She wondered if he would sneak out of the tent again, like he'd done the first time. She didn't follow him then because she figured he may have been taking care of some business. The thought of Emmett doing just such a thing brought a mischievous smirk to her lips. It would be good for him and may just help him relax a bit. 

Surely just like the first time Emmett got up and tried to make his way out of the tent quietly. Floure felt his foot bumping into her thigh and she could feel Emmett stopping. She quickly shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep peacefully. She was going to follow him but he had to leave first. After he left the tent Floure slipped out of her covers and searched for her shawl and medicine bag.  The burning heat of the day disappeared as soon as the sun sunk into the sands making the nights much colder. Once outside she realized she had taken too long, Emmett was no where to be seen. 

[i]Oh Dark Sister be damned.[/i]

He could have gone anywhere. She wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and walked up to the remnants of the fire they'd made the night before. A slight ember was still burning. The longer she waited the less time she had to find out what exactly he was doing out there. She had to find him now. Clueless to where she needed to go Floure relied on what she was taught as a young girl. It was a tried and true method one used by her ancestors. It rarely failed her.  

She prayed to the Goddess she insulted only moments before and drew a circle in the sand with the stick they used to poke the fire. The four cardinal points were marked with a symbol unique to each. From her bag she retrieved a small pouch one would use to hold money. Three silver coins slid out onto her palm, shimmering in the moonlight. Crude markings could be seen on both sides. Floure cupped her hands and held them up to the moon closing her eyes in concentration. With a practiced flick of her wrist she then tossed them into the circle. They all landed in Eastern corner. With no time to waste the young woman rushed into the direction the Dark Sister had sent her. 

It didn't take her long to find him, his hunched over form leaning against a tree. She knew something was wrong. Floure approached him quietly so she wouldn't startle him. Yet when he suddenly whirled around to meet her gaze it was her who nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise. She could barely hold in a scream. The look on his face was like a Traveler who got caught during the Huckeny Boro, like a thief stealing jewels. He was trying to hide what he was doing but it was too late and her eyes fell upon the flower in his hand. She gasped when she realized what it was, the Devel flower the Travelers called it. When you inhaled it's pollen you reached a state of near divine euphoria. 

A million questions ran through her mind. How did he get it? Is this the first time he's used it? If he had used it before the draw back would become worse each time. Using it would ruin him but not using it would too. Floure didn't know what to do or say, he looked utterly desperate and she pitied him. Would it be irresponsible of her to let him use it? 

[color=MediumVioletRed]"Emmett"[/color] The young woman hissed at the adventurer to grab his attention away from the flower and unto her.

[color=MediumVioletRed]"Do you even know what that does to you?"[/color] She said in an irritated but also worried tone of voice. Floure glanced over her shoulder once to make sure she wasn't followed and continued to whisper.

[color=MediumVioletRed]"If you can't control yourself I'm forced to stay with you"[/color] She'd rather not have him use the flower but she didn't know how long he'd been using it for. If he was already addicted well......She would have her work cut out for her. If she kept him from feeding his addiction right now he would be a wreck in the morning and she wouldn't be able help him then. 

[color=MediumVioletRed]"Does your uncle know about this?"[/color] She questioned in a whisper. All the while she kept looking over her shoulder trying to cook up an excuse for why she was here, if they were to get caught.