There is something about this place that is oddly calming to Aseema. A place with just the right amount of gloom, almost giving out an odd, poignant feeling. Staring at the horizon she finally has a vivid picture of the Silent Plains, like in the stories the Keeper would frighten the young misbehaving children. Reminiscing about it now it was a rather silly story for a legend. Although silly it may seem, it still made her feel wary to sleep here. In fact she probably would'nt as much shut her eyes, just to make sure Fen'Harel won't have his little visit in her dreams tonight.

Surrounded by a few dead trees Aseema looked up at the untamed skies above grasping her hood from the tireless winds, every once in a while the sky would flicker behind the clouds. A storm is on the horizon it seems.

She was taking a stroll, ensuring not to go too far from the campsite although, knowing her that's a short lived promise. Aseema would not miss up on anything worth looking around. She didn't like being stationary, her feet would get unbearably ansty.

After they've set up she insisted on scouting for some resources. Food, wood, some long lost buried treasure, anything really. Partially she's just making up an excuse to get up and do some exploring. And she was somehow productive of it too, on the way she had gathered some wild berries and some twigs for the fire. For a rather desolate place it seems to be inhabited by game in the area. She was no hunter like her mother, although she wished she was now, alternatively she'll have to make due with her limited foraging skills. 

It took her awhile to get back to camp, mainly because the eerie consistency of stumps and trees made her walk in circles for a good few minutes. This is why she retraces her steps in her journal, taking note of her tracks in case she gets lost but this time her hands were full. It was up until she reached the end of the camp, she heard Ovra call out. From a distance she looked over at her then only she noticed the approaching company. She paced towards the camp and dropped the cloth sack of berries and bundles twigs from her arms, and joined in with the group peering on the windy horizon.

 [color=c4df9b]"I certainly hope they aren't looking for any trouble. "[/color] she mused loudly.