Anica couldn't convince herself to sleep until the other two were back. She was uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping in such a new place with no one to watch the wagon. Not much time passed before she could hear the shuffling of feet outside. As expected, it was Adrian and sweet little Lala, who was out like a candle.
"Judging by the food on her blouse and her fat little belly, you were both welcomed very well?" Anica said quietly from her sitting place in the back corner. The evening was getting a small bit chilly and so she was all a bundle of blankets in her seat. The dread locked gypsy had a false sense of energy while sitting where she was, it was always this way at night. Her mother often called her an owl for it. Knowing herself a great deal better than all that, she knew that as soon as Adrian, the last of the band, was settled in his perch she would be asleep in an instance. She accounted for the next day's to-do's in her head as Adrian tucked Lala in. Valan's breakfast was salted days ago and ready for him, some of Anica's favorite medical herbs were bunched and ready to be given to the shaman (whom she was told enjoyed scented herbs for burning), and some extra hang over remedy was properly prepared incase she or Val should need it in the morning. Aside from that, she was looking forward to the unknown adventures the next day would bring and tried not to consider today a waste.
{Anica:8}