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

"I dunno if he knows how either, Nymira," Amuné said, sounding doubtful.  She watched Cecil examine the pieces, and eventually assemble the tent without too much trouble.  The girl clapped her hands.  "Yay, you did it!  You're smart, figuring that out!"  She beamed at the Machina, glad someone had managed to do it.  Amuné went to grab her bedroll and lay it out inside, since they'd conquered the tent problem.  Before she got down from the cart, though, she tossed a second bedroll to Nymira.  "Here, might as well set it up now."  Cecil didn't have one -- and hadn't he said he didn't sleep?  The girl wondered what that was like.  He could probably get so much done during the hours other people were sleeping.

When she was satisfied with the way she'd fixed her bed for the evening, Amuné wandered over to the river to watch Ethan.  She'd let Wyth go off to find himself supper, and the moorcat had promptly vanished into the brush.  Amuné took off her shoes and stuffed her socks inside them.  They were nice socks, and she didn't want to lose them.  Setting them down beside her, she dipped her feet into the water.

The girl considered her travelling companions as she waited for Ethan to catch something.  Ethan she trusted.  Cecil was odd, but he seemed okay.  Nymira, though, Nymira bothered her.  She was curt and bossy and not always nice.  She seemed to think she was in charge, and didn't care who she inconvenienced.  She didn't even ask, just assumed people would do things her way.  Amuné grimaced.  Maybe the woman was a good fighter, and they'd be safer with her around, but she didn't like the Dimuran very much.[/color]