The walk back into the woods away from the wellspring was...peaceful for the girls. Isolde couldn’t help but stare into the clouds that circled overhead, in front of the many, many stars that were out that night. Iris spent the walk pondering the vision that potion gave her, a heartless golem. That didn’t make sense to her, but she wanted to give it a try sometime. Of course, that would have to wait, since, wouldn’t you know it? Isolde and Iris were camping in the wilderness with their family tonight! A fire was already going and someone who probably had a flighty name was boiling water for tea...

[center][h2][color=9950ff]Iris Aderast[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=9950ff]”Oh, this looks fun...”[/color] Iris looked around and saw a few of the girls already in their pajamas, and god [i]damn[/i] did Dakota and that other girl look unbelievably cute. Her eyes locked into that pretty little flannel on Dakota, she looked cute. What was she saying? Right. Camp. Iris didn’t really have anything sleep-related on her at the moment, but she had sweatpants on, so all she had to do was hang her denim coat up on a branch before sleeping. A thought ran into her head as she sat down in front of the fire. [color=9950ff]”We should make drugs...”[/color] Iris said blatantly out loud in front of everyone. [color=9950ff]”Who wants drugs?”[/color] She asked a little louder, giggling like a child. [color=9950ff]”Hey! Dakota! Wanna make some drugs?”[/color]

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[center][h2][color=cyan]Isolde Morden[/color][/h2][/center]

Rather than plan to make illegal substances out in the forest, Isolde chose to snatch one of the books she brought before the camp. It was one of the books the Morden witches lived by, it had every possible piece of knowledge one could ever need when it came to wielding lightning. The front was decorated in odd, prismatic symbols that were probably meant to protect the book. Isolde simply curled up right in front of the fire to read further into the old thing before going to bed that night. It really was a beautiful night to stay outside. Isolde spent many nights like this alone. It looked like everyone came together nicely and just knew what to do. Firewood, water, drugs, everyone here seemed to know each other. She didn’t know exactly what she could do. But one of the girls did mention ghost stories, which pulled her nose out of the book.

[color=cyan]”Well. I know a story or two from my home. None of them involve a ghost, but if you want a story, I could share.”[/color] She told the group. 

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