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Editor's Note: Okay I don't know if I'm gonna make some full fledged story, but I was feeling mite motivated (at 4am...) and wrote up a little bit.

*Hopefully it's enjoyable, even if nothing actually really happens just yet. I plan on expanding it here and there, we'll see. *

There was a calm attitude hanging over Rosy’s camp. The lepne’s small form lounged lazily next to a dimly burning firepit, staring up at the slowly rising sun. They had woken up a little early this morning, but seeing the sunrise was worth it. Wincing a bit, Rosy briefly considered how it might be to be have a caravan of their own. They rubbed their thumb over the decorated bead on their bracelet, their hand very briefly flickering blue as they breathed out a bittersweet, calming breath. Eventually once the sun had fully risen, Rosy stood and banked the dying embers. Looking around she ensured that all her supplies were neatly packed up from the camp, before she packed it up and quietly made her way to the cave she also called home.

The path to the cave led down an awkward narrow path along the cliff. Not narrow enough that they couldn’t stand, but it was a very interesting trip the first time they found their way here to shelter from a passing storm. After about a quarter of a mile of careful walking along the side of the cliff they came across a cave opening, large enough to shelter an entire caravan of lepne, though maybe not all of their supplies. In front of the cave, a short distance from the narrow path, there was a decent outcropping of land where water was splashing down from a higher part of the cliff, leaving a beautiful little fall that was great for waking up. Setting their stuff down the lepne headed over, first sticking their head in and taking a sip, before stepping into the water themselves, careful not to let the flow trip them up. It was beautiful and refreshing but given the proximity to the edge they didn’t dare stick in the water too long. Slipping would be a very quick end to things. They winced at that thought, again absentmindedly rubbing their bracelet as they emerged from the water and returned to the cavern. Off to the side of the cave entrance lay a pack made from scavneged plant materials, decorated with small shiny stones along the edges. Rosy went over and looked over the pack, considering whether they needed to bring panning supplies, and then decided they probably wouldn’t be needing them in the coming week. Dripping dry they, they made their way to the other side of the cave, fondly looking on a small display full of various decorative stones and preserved plants, some bearing a marked resemblance to their soothing bracelet.

With a weighty sigh, Rosy averted her eyes and looked instead to packing up her bedroll and then picked up a worn in piece of tartan fabric, patterned with blue and green squares with thin red lines. Slipping it over their damp head they sighed at the familiar weight of their kilt, and then they hoisted the strap of their supply bag over their shoulder. “I’m gonna miss this place, I think.” They murmered to themselves.

“...yea.” Came back the barely audible whisper. “Us too.” Rosy shivered a bit, glancing around and not seeing anyone. The voice always came when they talked to themselves, but it made them somewhat nervous at the same time usually, even when it spoke words of comort. They felt a calming presence in their mind, before the voice spoke again. “Don’t worry, kid. You’re not alone,” Rosy caught a glimpse of something in the corner of their eye but didn’t turn in time to say a pair of green eyes disappearing into the shadows.

“And I’m talking to myself again. Great.” They mumbled to themselves. “I really need to get some travel companions again… I wonder how Velvet and Bee are…” They sighed again at the bittersweet memory, before absently fingering their bracelet and heading back out to their north camp. By the time they made it back from the cave the sun was high in the sky, it’s gentle warmth at this point having mostly dried Rosy off. They gathered some food supplies and bagged them before walking over and reclining a bit on a bit of stump carved into a seat. “I hope the owner of this place doesn’t mind me having stayed for a bit.” They chuckled to themselves as the considered the seat on which they say. “Well, hopefully they appreciate the jewelry and panning supplies.” They could swear they heard an affirmative chuckle, but they dismissed the thought. “Still… I guess I shouldn’t lounge around too long. No sense dragging this out.” With a nervous sigh, Rosy put her pack back on and slowly started out on her trek to find the nearest village.

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As Rosy left, the emerald eyes reappeared, seemingly floating in midair over the campsight, with an ethereal form. “Poor kid. Guess someone ought to keep an eye on them…” The spirit looked around at the campsite with a chuckle. “Going to miss this old place, but I guess it’s far past time for me to ‘move on’ as they say.” The spirit chuckled to itself again, pondering the stump they had grown and carved into a comfortable seat. They had loved to read there, once. “See ya, home. I think I’m gonna go an a little adventure.” With a jovial grin on it’s barely tangible face, the spirit set off after the lepne.