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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1580548" data-attributes="member: 13681">********************At Dawn: Ioleta is loathe to leave her pack behind. She glances at Velbrik and says with a hint of indignance, "It's all useful. And nothing I'd lightly leave behind." Her brow furrows at her unintentional play on words. Shouldering the pack with a groan she sighs. It had better be useful. This aching back better not be for nothing... ********************In the Forest: Ioleta jumps at every shadow and twitter, nearly coming out of her skin when a flock of birds storm out of a tree at the group's approach. She apologizes at each outburst. Despite the uncertainty of the situation she still spares time to point out unusual flowers or interesting moss covered stones. "Well, I thought it was interesting," she says at a flat look from Velbrik upon showing him a mossy rock that rather strikingly resembled a closed book. Troi. I hope you're okay. She glances at the canopy above and the trunks of mighty trees and the dense underbrush. Again she crowds closer than is strictly neccessary and more than once treads on a boot heel. *******************Trail's End: She peers dubiously at the tracks and helps in whatever manner is most appropriate. Staying out of the way, most likely. She slips her pack and sits down on it watching Garret's study quietly and making a wreath from some small, fragrant white flowers that grow out from under a sizeable boulder nearby. Huh. Wonder how that boulder got here. She slips the wreath over her head and smells the flowers. Edgy, she fidgets and eventually gets up to hunt around for more flowers. Several wreaths later she stands and moves to wordlessly slip them over Velbrik's, Jaan's and Garret's heads. She stands looking sadly at one last wreath in her hands. Troi's.   Ioleta shakes her head, "Velbrik?"  She sits on the boulder, "Say, Velbrik... could you work that Whisper spell again and then each of us could, starting here, take a hundred paces in each direction," She looks at Garret, "Or a hundred and fifty," she looks back, "And looks for signs. Of anything." She makes a frustrated sound in her throat. "I guess Garret's already done that." She sighs, "Nevermind."</blockquote>

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