Kyra Vashtana
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Kyra had left the breakfast table a few hours ago, wandering the camp with the focus of completing a few vital tasks, and ensuring that she was as ready for the events of the coming days as she could be. She knew that being beyond the camp walls would be dangerous - to a degree. She wanted to ensure that she was ready for as much as she could be, to ensure that she wouldn't be caught off guard.

"Extra food supplies would be good...but then again so would extra medical supplies...never know when I'm going to need more mundane healing practices..."
Her journal in hand, she'd been wandering the camp, collecting the few items she didn't have yet, while also considering those that she might have forgotten or overlooked. The list in her book was extensive - some items crossed off, only to be written again later on down the list. She'd packed far more than she could likely carry, her pack in her tent looking like an overflowing hoarders storage spot. Still, she wasn't content.

"Will have to repack it later...consider what's truly essential. I'm sure someone else will focus on brining consumables - although I should probably check that before I just assume...but that would be the logical course..."
Her words dropped off as she spotted a collection of blonde passing by, something about the hair and glimpse of face familiar in her distracted mind. The individual has just reached a corner, starting to turn the corner itself when the connection clicked in Kyra's mind.

"Luthy! Luthien! Hey!"
Kyra chased after the individual, catching them around the corner as they seemed to spin in response to being called. Bounding up to the Elf girl, Kyra beamed a smile, her face a mixture of joy, and an almost dangerous glee.

"Oh have I been waiting to talk to you...you and I have a few things. To discuss. About this morning's event."
Her muscles were tense, the book in her hands held loosely, everything in her frame appearing like a vulpine ready to spring. Even her lips had pulled back slightly, a wicked grin on her face that bared her teeth, the tail behind her swaying slowly in an almost patient, waiting way.