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

"Poles are easier," the girl told Ethan, "but I suppose it doesn't matter now.  Good luck!"  Amuné watched the man go talk to Nymira, who didn't seem pleased but came over to help with the tent anyhow.  "Yep, gotta set it up, but I dunno how."  It seemed the Dimura didn't know what to do either, and Amuné gave an exasperated sigh.  "What good does a tent do if no one knows how to make it?" she asked, frustrated.  You'd think someone would have thought of that.  "If we can't put it up maybe we can just...I dunno, use the wagon and two of the poles to prop up the cloth for a shelter, at least?  It'd be better than nothing...."  She looked at Cecil.  "Unless you know how to make it, Cecil?  Do you think you can figure it out?"  The girl looked at the various pieces dubiously.  She didn't even know what shape the tent was supposed to be, much less how to put it together.

Wyth watched the group from a little ways away, attention grabbed by the sound of the dropped pole.  He meandered back over to his girl, butting his head against her side and demanding attention.  Amuné obliged, small fingers scratching his skull and chin until the moorcat started his rumbly purr.[/color]