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

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color] Wagon.
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] Sona and Ash[/center]

 Satilla had a surprisingly comfortable ride on the wagon. Despite the storm it provided shelter from the rain and the big flurry direwolf at her back kept her warm...(despite unnerving the oblivion out of her). Still she was dead tired so even the big probably not as scary as she thought Ash was unable to keep her awake with his presence. What's more the small kitty purred softly against her chest, providing her even more warmth.

 She probably would have continued to sleep for a while longer, but mother nature seemed to have another thing in mind. The witch was suddenly and rudely pulled away from her sleep as the wagon came to a sudden halt. Her sleeping body rocked from the sudden change in motion and she woke up in a slight shock. 

 Satilla's eyes were unfocused for a few moments before she started to recognize what was going on around her. They were not moving, that's fore sure. She couldn't feel the vibrations from the wagon... and the scenery was also not moving.” Did we just get stuck?” She asked as the only logical possibility in this weather. Now that she was awake, the witch pulled a few inches away from the direwolf and looked at Sona. The elf was with her in the wagon, so that was something at least. Sat now felt uncomfortable that she got to ride in the wagon while most of the others had to walk through the rain. She even considered, switching places with Cyneburg for example in the brief moments she had, before she realized there was yet another elf. That guy was not here when she fell asleep...

 [color=bc8dbf]“Hey, are you feeling better now, miss Sona?”[/color] She greeted Sona with a smile, noting the color on the elf's face had returned mostly. After that she made a very slight nod towards the newcomer with a questioning expression. Her cat had not woken her up earlier so it must have meant the newcomer didn't cause any problems at the very least.

[color=bc8dbf] “I feel uncomfortable knowing that the others are walking outside in the rain while, I'm in here...” [/color]Satilla said to Sona and started putting on her cloak. She was planning to go out and walk for a while, leaving her bag in the dry safety of the wagon of course. Wet herbs weren't a too good thing most of the times.