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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 1678408" data-attributes="member: 13681">Ioleta wakes, sore and grumpy, to her watch. She checks a snarl at the one rousing her and looks down abashed, dimpling a shy smile instead. "Sorry," she murmurs. She stands rubbing her lower back before stretching mightily and relaxing. Checking that everyone is sleeping safe and sound she begins her soft-padding rounds of the campsite admiring the ferns and marvelling at rings of mushrooms that silently and swiftly sprouted around the campsite in her sleep.  She peers into the shadows and around the camp alert and tense, sling at the ready, but it isn't long before curiosity overcomes her. She wraps the sling neatly around her knuckles and moves cautiously over to Jaan's dreaming form. His backpack is nearby and she pauses, hand hovering over the pack's fasteners wondering what the silent man holds dear enough to carry with him. She looks at his sleeping face, slack, without the earnest intensity of his conciousness. Breathing quietly she turns to the backpack and cautiously undoes the pack's fasteners with frequent glances to Jaan and occasional ones out into the forest that she is supposed to be watching. OOC: Wonder if TH is on his way. We can have some fun 'til he pops back in. What will Ioleta find? Will she be discovered? Who by? And hey, I enjoyed reading everyone's dream stuff. Very cool. </blockquote>