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

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color] On the road, by the wagon
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] No one in particular[/center]

 Satilla was quietly following the wagon as the rest were doing their things. She noticed that Cyneburg decided to have a chat with the newly arrived half orc, but otherwise didn’t really want to pay them much attention. Still dressed in her cold weather clothes, she felt quite warm and it was going to take a little while for her normal casual clothing to dry up in her bag. She even had to make sure it wasn’t going to soak the herbs, but the good thing was that her bag was leather one so water and moist didn’t really soak too well. 

 As they walked, Satilla felt a movement on her shoulder, turned out that her cat Skittles had escaped the bag and using her cloak had pawed it’s way up to her shoulder where it was now nimbly and elegantly staying without falling.  Most likely because his claws were strongly pierced into the heavy cloak. It then suddenly decided to relocate and jumped on her head, causing her to nearly lose balance.[color=bc8dbf]” Skittles! I told you to not do that!”[/color] She said in frustration, trying to take off the cat from her head.

 The struggle was short and Satilla quickly managed to put the cat back in the bag. The little devil liked to stay on top of her head, but she didn’t really enjoy it. It put pressure on her neck and her neck muscles quickly would start to hurt soon after.

 Fixing her hair in movement without stopping to walk, she hurried to catch up to the wagon again, trying to stay as close as possible to it. Just in case she needed the cover from let’s say… an arrow rain… or rocks…