[hr][hr][center][h1][color=goldenrod]Valona “Norsa” Norsys[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr][color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Storehouse - Gorlf Northern Territory
[color=goldenrod][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Herself[hr][b]Interaction Tags:[/b] -[hr]
	Valona was hugging her body and chewed the inside of her cheeks as she watched everyone in the vicinity interacting. Her brow was low and she watched them from beneath hooded eyelids and tried to decipher who was in charge and she figured it must have been the one she had already met, Kyra, with the large scarred and strange sounding man in the coat second. The fire had been put out and they all made their way inside the charred, wet and muddy storehouse interior. Picking idly at her fingernails, digging the dirt out from beneath them, Valona slipped inside and found the furthest and driest corner away from everyone else. 

	She sat down and crossed her legs, her rear resting on the floor as she shuffled backwards until her back was pressing against the corner of the wall, narrowing herself into the small space. Her eyes never left those before her that were interacting with each other and he studied who spoke with who and how their bodies seemed while they spoke. She quickly became bored with this however as Norsa began bickering with her in her mind, telling her to slap someone and pretend that someone else had done it. So immature.

	Opting to try and drown her out, Valona took out her notebook and writing utensil and began to document the surge that she had experienced while casting the fireball. She had no idea that it would happen, like every other time, and she had been so mad that Norsa took over. Norsa had no care in the world on whether or not a surge happened and she was much more unstable than Valona was (which was saying something) so they happened more often when Norsa was in charge.

	Sighing as she finished up her notes, Valona decided now was as good a time as any to read her notes. She could debate whether to stay or leave in the night while everyone rested. No doubt Kyra was bound to question her and that wasn't something Valona wanted to deal with. She had a plan formulated to leave if she so chose to. So far, despite the burning incident, it had been pretty entertaining and she was pretty overdue on having social interactions again. It had been, oh, about three years since she'd last ventured out into the inhabited lands.

	She decided that she missed her cave. She would need to go back sometime soon. Four months was a long time not to have seen home.[hr]