Rather than marking the solstice, since shockingly, it was yet another of those things not celebrated in Mord'Sith temples, Cara had spent most of the day stalking through the preserve trying to ignore the fact it was the third since she'd been here.. Even if she wasn't sure the first really counted, coming so soon after the one in the Midlands. Which she was also not thinking about.

Having decided to eat out in the preserve, rather than go quite all the way back to the campgrounds just yet, Cara sat watching a fire as an unfortunate, too-slow rabbit cooked over the coals.

[Clearing and post open. Mord'Sith moody, yet interruptable.]