[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color] Gorlf Northern Territory
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] The Medieval X-Men[/center]

 Satilla was tired from her long venture into the wilderness alone. Being around a nice warm campfire, in the presence of other people who clearly did not wish her harm, put her stressed out and scared mind just a tad bit at rest. As she relaxed, all the stress that kept her awake to this point faded away and she quickly found herself very sleepy. She quickly put her bag to the side and laid, using it as pillow. Skittles, just moved by her torso and curled in a ball against her stomach, keeping her warm and cozy.

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 As the sun moved above the horizon and the day had officially began, Satilla woke up at the feeling of slight chill. It must have been early morning, but it wasn’t too sunny. She threw a sleepy look up and saw a lot of clouds. It took her a while to realize everything that had happened to this point and the fact she was surrounded by other people. It felt like a dream for a few moments.

 She looked around and saw one of the men in the party…sitting there. He appeared to be mediating. With no desire to disturb his meditation, Satilla just carefully sat up and pulled Skittles in her lap, waiting for the others to wake up. She noticed the white haired archer wasn’t around the camp. She eventually reached the conclusion the archer must be somewhere around, so she wasn’t going to concern herself with it for now. Lacking any other alternative for now, she pulled a bundle of edible roots from her bag and bit one. She was going to try to help with preparing the breakfast later… or do whatever they need her to, so she can earn her meal.