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

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color] Wagon.
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] Calaron(kind of)[/center]

 Satilla had not even acknowledged Calaron’s presence as she was already half asleep. She was incredibly tired and his appearance wasn’t noticed by the witch as she ventured into the lands of dreams. That said her cat, Skittles raised his head up from his hugged position and looked intelligently at Calaron, studying him. After a lil bit, the cat relaxed back down, seemingly satisfied with it’s study and not really minding the elf anymore.

 As the storm was in it’s full rage, Sat’s sleep has turned somewhat restless, constantly disturbed by the sounds of the nature’s display of power. In the end of the day, she did not mind the exhaustion. She loved her work as healer despite the fact many did not like her witch nature. Still she had lucked out big time with finding this group. She may have been sleeping relatively soundly now in the safety and shelter of the wagon, but had she not been in this group, she would have to suffer the rage of nature on her own, in the woods, without shelter, fire and even proper food. Also the two animals, Skittles and Ash, kept her warm in this worsening weather.