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[Good evening, explorers! After departing from Cair Paradisa, the path was south at first, but turned west fairly early on. Skirting well south of Eldritch Forest, the travelers had camped near the edge of the Amber Steppe, not quite within sight of the forest that marks the Totem Coast. The grasses are parched brown by the heat, though greener patches mark the presence of water. It's near one of these - a small, bubbling stream leading west that Raine has chosen to follow as it will almost certainly run into the river marked on her map - that the travelers have made their camp.

The carts and wagons are arranged in a defensive circle, though the campers are free to set up their tents outside them as well as inside wher ethe rest of them are. There are small cooking fires scattered around as well as a large bonfire in the center for socializing.

Play music? Sing? Teach those poor non-Earth kids how to make s'mores? Or just sit around and socialize with others.

Or hide in your tent and ignore everyone, if you really want to.]

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Okay, furst of all, there are plenty of colors out here. [She gestures all around them.] Nature is colorful enough as it is!

And secondly, if you don't want anyone to start a conversation with you, you really shouldn't bring along a conversation piece. Beclaws you know they're just going to talk to you about it.

I.E: Me.

[He glances around before hunching his shoulders ] I was mostly trying not to notice the nature part.

Duly noted strange...child? I'll make sure to put it in front of someone else's tent tomorrow night.

[Headtilt]

Is this your furst expedition? You do realize that these expeditions involve a lot of nature, right?

I do realise, and it is my fur... first. I didn't come here by choice.

[She squints, narrowing eyes at him as if she's scrutinizing him. She knows there is something familiar about him...

And then it clicks.]

You're the shuffle tree guy!

[Oh man it's that weird girl]

Truffula and yep, that's me.

You know, you like those trees so much, I figured you would be a lot more excited to see more kinds of trees.

[He glances at the trees scattered around, and then gives a soft shrug]

They're okay, I guess. They're trees. Which is the important thing.

[Not Truffula's though]

[She shrugs as well because so what if there's not a Truffle tree? These trees seem just as good in their own, special way.]

So, if you didn't want to come, why did you anyway?

[You can't make awesome clothing products from them]

Because my friends kidnapped me.

[Lies. Nepeta would accept that challenge if it actually existed.]

You either have really great friends, or maybe it's time to re-evaluate who you consider friends.

[One day, one day it might, little cat girl]

It's probably the first, even if it doesn't always feel that way.

[She knows that feel, man.

But back to this flamingo. She knocks her knuckles against it.]

Does everyone in your world decorate their lawnrings with fake animals?

Edited 2012-08-26 23:31 (UTC)

Most people do, yeah. It's a quirky decorative thing, y'know? Gives a place personality.

...What kind of purrsonality were you aiming for?

Edited (i keep failing why) 2012-08-26 23:54 (UTC)

[The Once-ler takes a moment to really consider that]

I think I'm going for 'welcoming relaxation zone'

[If anything, it seems tropical, and tropics are usually vacation spots. Or so she hears. Usually they're just other green-blooded trolls but what does she know?]

Yeah, okay! I suppose it works. I still think it's pawfully silly that you'd care about that while on an expedition, though.

Aww now just because you're roughing it doesn't mean you can't brighten up the place a little, right?

I guess if you're willing to lug it along, that's not such a bad way to look at it. It may not be convenient, or conventional, or even common sense, but if it makes you feel better, then who am I to judge?

See? Now you're getting it. You can't put a price on happiness.

[That's rich coming from ol' Oncie! But Nepeta doesn't know that.]

Well, I should purrobably go set up my sleeping area. Have fun with your fake featherbeast ornaments.

[It really is]

I will, you have fun with...whatever you do. [Sometimes to do with cats, probably, he thinks]

[She gives him a wave and scurries off to retrieve her backpack. Deciding to set up camp not far from where the hermit's travel-hive is, she opens her bag and throws out a fur skin rug.

And then she lays down on it. THAT'S how you rough it, son.]

[You are the most badass little girl]