Collecting Who: Delilah and Cross When: late morning Where: between camp and the spring Rating: tbd
Delilah was in the mood to walk, and at least the weather was cooperating. By the time she'd gotten up and eaten something, it was almost hot out, and shiny like a new penny. She wanted some time away, some time to ... bathe and think, probably. Quinn was dead, and Rook seemed to be gone. Taken off with that Russian girl and a couple of others. Which was disappointing and a little chest-achey. This place was difficult enough without people being temporary in it. Which was a preference that she knew was unrealistic, but ... there it was anyway.
She'd taken her pillow out of the case and tucked it somewhere that seemed dry enough, then put the collection of sticks and stones she'd collected into the cloth sack. She was slowly building a collection of runes, though none of them had anything written on them yet. She was attempting to memorize them from shape and coloring. Perhaps she'd find more at the spring ...
Delilah walked with her head down, watching the ground pass under her sunburned bare legs and red sneakers she'd been lucky enough to find, humming softly to herself, head very far away.