Ana followed behind Mya, nodding decisively at her observation of the camp's beauty. [color=00aeef]"I think so too."[/color] A nearby butterfly caught the girl's eye as she followed along, its bright yellow-orange wings fluttering about like a lively little flame. Ana's lips briefly into what looked like an attempted frown as her companion asserted her lack of artistic talent. [color=00aeef]"Eh, I'm sure there's something you'd be good at. Like I said before, my mom was a painter, but I was never too good at it. You'd think they'd be similar enough, but nope... Was never a big fan of brushes. I think it was the brushes that did it. Honestly, brushes are just overrated. I mean, a pencil is solid and precise and a brush is so floppy and hard to manage and..."[/color] The girl trailed off into her train of thought.

  Ana's eyes drifted along, surveying each of the cabins as they arrived. They didn't seem too different, and the quandary of the good bunk/bad bunk injustice seemed settled in the girl's mind. She paid special attention to the one on the end that Mya seemed enthused about. [color=00aeef]"Hmm... Sunrises [i]are[/i] nice..."[/color] She mulled over the situation for a few tense seconds, as if it was a decision that would change the course of her life permanently. [color=00aeef]"Yeah, I think that one sounds good..."[/color] She looked at Mya out of the corner of her eye. [color=00aeef]"So, um, how many people usually stay in one cabin?"[/color] The prospect of roommates didn't necessarily worry her, but it was something she wanted to be prepared for.