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.]

"It's not that I'm unhappy or ungrateful they came, even if I wasn't expecting them."

Cara was not avoiding either of her guests.

"Or that they walked in on us, we'd barely even gotten started."

Because that would imply there was a problem with Richard or Kahlan being here.

"...rum is not the solution to all of life's problems."

People sneaked out of their rooms to find a random squirrel to talk at about things which most definitely weren't problems with all the time. Right?

[For the one with the most epic hair on the island.]

Deep in the preserve, completely unrelated to any recently appearing cracks, there was a hole. As holes in the ground went, it was quite deep and had surprisingly smooth sides, but was otherwise fairly unremarkable, barring a number of teal deer tracks leading up to, but not away from, the edges.

That, and the Mord'Sith currently attempting to haul herself over the aforementioned edges, gloved fingertips scrabbling for purchase in the grass. There was a not-very-muffled yelp below as one boot slipped and she felt it clip a shoulder, but the shove under her other foot added enough momentum for Cara to boost herself up and over the side.

Once Cara had caught her breath, and the crude hide rope looped over her shoulders was secured to a nearby tree instead, it wasn't very long before the other four she'd been been stuck down there with were also out of the hole. She did think the spiky-haired boy throwing his toy at her while the rest of them were pulling him up was uncalled for though. She hadn't meant to kick him. This time.

She'd been about to stalk off with the intention of never spending a moment more than was needed with any of these people ever again, when Jo coughed and cast a significant look down at the makeshift sling handing from Cara's belt. "Can I have my bra back now?"

[OOC: Establishy. My computer is once more amongst the living. Boo yah.]

Cara had been feeling the urge to head down to the woods most of the week, which in and of itself wasn't highly unusual as they still felt like the most familiar place on the island. What was unusual was the unsettling and often confusing dreams (no seriously, she had no idea what a half-fixed, half-variable home-loan even was, let alone why she'd want one) that had accompanied this feeling.

But since hunting things usually made her feel better, she eventually gave into the urge, and was stalking through the preserve, bow in hand.

[For two.]

Cara could take a lot. Torture. Curses. Being sent away by her friends because she wasn't useful enough to them anymore. Deranged teachers teaching bizarre classes. But she had limits.

It turned out those limits included singing flowers.

There is love in your body but you can't get it out
It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth
Sticks to your tongue and shows on your face
That the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste

Singing flowers that wanted to comment on her emotional state.

Which was why she was currently in the middle of preserve, using her agiels on any flower that so much at looked like it might burst into song. It mightn't have been a particularly productive use of her time, but she was going to keep doing it until the singing stopped.

[Establishy!]