[color=D6CC88][u][b]Campsite[/b][/u]

Amuné accepted Ethan's explanation of his goal without question, though she made a face when he said he'd forgotten where he was supposed to meet his friend.  "You should have marked it or something, so you wouldn't forget," she scolded him.  "I bet he's really worried about you, since you're gonna be late."

Once they stopped for the evening, the girl helped gather firewood and lay the fire.  Wyth prowled around the campsite, glad to be on his feet after so long in the cart.  Amuné looked at the man across the fire when he asked her about the tent.  "Um...no, I've never done that before.  Why don't you give me the rod and maybe I can catch something?  I mean, I could try, and Old Dan says it's mostly waiting...."  Her expression turned to disbelief when Ethan's face fell.  "What do you mean, we don't have a rod?  If you were planning on fishing, you should have gotten one!" the child exclaimed.  Ethan could be so...thoughtless at times.  She sighed.  "I'll try to help with the tent, I guess, but I don't know how much use I'll be.  Though it doesn't look like it's going to rain, and it's not really very cold.  Do we need to use the tent?"

Her gaze drifted over to where Nymira sat, and the child frowned.  "She should help too, I mean she's travelling with us after all."  Amuné looked at Ethan.  "For someone so bossy, you'd think she'd be more hands-on."[/color]