Savannah Storm | 17 | Judea, bonfire people

Savannah finally showed up, fully aware at her tardiness. There were already various groups of friends, chatting softly in the firelight. Most seemed to be having immense fun; something that she had almost forgotten how to do naturally.

She paused in her steps, watching something just out of the ring of light. Was it? But no. It couldn't be. A rabbit? Savannah approached the carrier of the bunny without thinking, her face in a confused smile. "What on..." Touching the rabbit, almost mesmerised, she practically ignored the boy, focused on this small, fluffy animal.

Breaking out of her strange reverie, she finally glanced up at the teen. "Where did you find him?" she asked quietly, still looking rather confused with the situation. "Didn't know there was a pet shop..."

Judea | M: Aria, Sav

After being shoved in enough faces and hugged near to death enough times, the fuzzy brown rabbit seemed to care less about what was going on. It still gave a wiggle of protest every so often, but those attempts were not nearly as hard to handle anymore.

Judea only took that as encouragement, and continued to barge into conversations he didn't belong in just to make some trouble and annoy people with the bunny. Soon enough, he had already made his way through everyone who was standing, and no one had been the right level of interesting to keep the teen's attention for long. So, bored, he jumped into action bugging people sitting on the logs without a lick of hesitation. And to think, all he wanted was some entertainment.

The first few people promptly ran him off, putting him into a mischievous fit of giggles no less. But as he went to go find a new person to bug, a girl stopped him in his tracks. He went a little wide eyed for a moment, watching her admire the twitchy little creature in his arms with surprise. "He's not a pet shop baby, silly! He was chillin in the woods!" He replied, returning to his usual confidence.

Unsurprisingly, the lady hadn't managed to hold his ever-changing attention for long. A tall, dark-haired girl appeared in his vision just a little bit to the side, and he quickly focused his next burst of energy on her.

"Eya!" Judea beamed, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. He took a second to adjust his glasses, looking over the stranger quickly and carelessly, before shoving the rabbit up and toward her without warning. "Sir Hoppington The Third would like a kiss!" The teen declared in the most professional tone he could manage. It didn't take long for that sense of professionalism to zip away, though, as Judea quickly began to snicker.

Cameron Fairfield | 19 | SJ | Aodhan, Marley

Cam waved goodbye to the black-haired woman, his smile jovial and warm. Once she was out of sight, he turned back to Aodhan. "So, where are you from, dude? I'm from around Sydney, just outta the city."

He stepped towards a camping table, eyes casually on Aodhan. Quickly making himself some warm drink, made with the first powder-like substance he found, he slurped it with relish.

Cam's face puckered into a disgusted grimace, spitting out the large gulp back into the mug. Eyes still squinted, he wiped his mouth quickly, trying to get rid of as much of the taste as possible.

"Bloody disgusting. What is that stuff?!" He glanced around mischievously, before pouring the entire cup onto a nearby bush. "Hope it doesn't kill it," he said freely, his face still frozen in a wince. "That stuff should be banned."

Cheikhou / Kholo| Floyd, Bekkah, Chandler, Asher, Julian, Kholo

Chei perked at the mention of yet another group trip. "I'm in!" she said assuredly, standing up and walking towards them in one movement. Laughing softly, she added, "-not that I need a horse, but I'm always game for something. Kholo in with this?" She glanced at the various riders, recognising a few, despite her short stay here. Floyd and Bekkah, from the gala. Chandler, trip this morning. The others were strangers, but she made a mental note to change that. Soon.

A short figure stepped out of the darkness, a teasing smile on her face. "Well actually, I haven't heard a peep of this, but sure. Go ahead." Kholo chuckled at the trapped expression on Cheikhou's face, but it soon dissolved into an only slightly strained giggle.

The older woman turned to what seemed to be the ringleader of this event. "What time will you be back, then?" she asked, entirely innocently. "I haven't been eavesdropping for a while, don't worry." At this she gestured behind them, where she had been stansing for only a few minutes.

Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventing | Espresso Silhouette "Mystery" and Open | School Horse: WO Descendants Of Khan "Khan" | M: Bonfire people, Open

-Heather would be sitting on the edge of a wagon with little sleeping Toby in her arms as she would be absent mindedly petting the small pup, her fingers gently running through his soft fur. She would be wearing a black beanie, a black short top that exposes her stomach and her mid backn, black & red studded gloves, black denim shorts, and black combat boots and she would have her hair completely down at least-

-The brunette lifted her head to just look around the surroundings, wondering if Jackson was coming to the bonfire while staying right where she is then she curiously watched the others for a bit before retraining her focus onto the bonfire. It almost reminded her of home, remembering the good times of whenever they had a bonfire back at home in a very controlled environment then she looks down at the now woken up Toby who would be looking up at her face with his little tail wagging like crazy-

Laurence | Sam

Laurence closed his eyes, arms crossed, his head still facing the adjacent wall. He took his ring back, not necessarily in any hurry to pull his hand away, other than to keep from spreading his germs. After a few moments, he inquired, "what time is it? The medic opens at six."

He waited thoughtfully before adding, "Sam, I have feelings for you. I'm not gonna act on them, I just think you deserve to know." He coughed again, his hand pressed against his temples as he still laid in that lifeless heap on the floor, shivering but unwilling to get a blanket, knowing he was feverish.

"You also need to know I requested you get transferred to train under me...but I won't have a professional and personal relationship with you. You have to think about what you want, about what's best for your future..."

He tried to stay awake, but felt himself slowly slipping off again. Feeling overcome with fatigue, he had sort of laid himself back down on the floor, falling asleep in a matter of seconds. That was the longest he'd been able to be awake all evening, regardless of where it left the pair in its expedited ending.

Chandler | Simon

Chandler gave a big beaming smile, nodding enthusiastically. "Yeah! Guitar, piano, violin, a couple other things. I'm a worship leader, that's how I got transferred here. Do you play anything?"

As they walked, Chandler matched her strides to his, walking casually towards their block of dorms. She was getting over the internal awkwardness, reassuring herself it would be fine. There were two outcomes: he'd befriend her, or he wouldn't. His gain or his loss.

"So, clear it up for me--let's get it all out on the table, yeah? You're not dating anyone? I figured Marley was your girlfriend, you guys seem close. She seems really nice..."

Aodhan | Cam, Marley

"Jetlag is killer," he replied with a chuckle, hardly pronouncing the end of the word. "It hasn't hit yet, just got here a few hours ago. I got transferred to work on the church with Chandler, figured I'd make it a surprise." With a bright grin, he waved in a friendly way as the girl excused herself. "See ya around... Aussie power foreva, mates!"

Turning to Cam as he watched the man spit out his drink, then dump the contents, he teased, "you wouldn't guess someone put bugspray in it, would ya?" To his question, he replied, "in and around the Sydney area as well, had to move in the city when I started working for the church. Never liked it much, though...how long ya been here?"