(( YOU TALK ONLY TO ROCKS?))

"No! That's not what I meant . . . . I didn't know you'd be naked, I just knew you were going to show up eventually . . . Hey who are you talking to? Is there someone else here?" Fester turned around and glanced around to see no one else around. "Talking to rocks? That's . . . unique. Follow me, I'll show you where camp is." Fester starts backtracking his way back to camp, going back upstream. "So I guess you'll start having to think of a name for yourself. Mine is Fester by the way."

"Surrrrre~ ....I am talking to this lovely rock I as going to bash you skull in with." She hoists the rock to show him with a lovely , toothy smile on her face. "...Yeah I'll think of of somthing eventually. Fester...Hmm, What do you think your the plague or somthing?" She chuckles lightly.

Squirming around, Blake got tired of trying to sleep again. He woke up once because of a few chipmunks trying to eat his berries, then he woke up to Hunter moaning about the coconut Blake dropped on him a few days ago. "I mean, really?!" Blake thought angrily to himself.

"It's bad enough I don't have any more berries, but now all the racket keeps me awake! :[ I'm gonna go for a walk around camp...Hopefully I can get some more beauty sleep!" He got up and began to start his walk. Man, nights like these always bothered him!

(( Waterheart, sorry if you didn't want Hunter complaining about the coconut! X3 ))

"Sort of . . . . I guess . . . I can't really explain it . . . So is that your only power? Most people get 2 some even get 3 . . . . I only have one." Fester had gotten so use to telling people he only had one power he almost believed it himself. He walked passed the big tree with the cat sized crow nests in it. "Was this the tree that you climbed earlier?"

“Yeah, this is the tree, she veers away from it. “Hmm {Gee my brain feels like mush. I can hardly remember what he’s saying, need sleep}....other powers? No I don’t think so...Umm I can pick up languages really fast but I think that’s why I can talk to rocks. I listened to them when no else would and I learned. I think.” She gives him a curious look as her eyebrows knit together. “It’s funny I can’t remember anything about my past but sometimes I get these feelings. And they just seem right, like a conviction in your gut that yes, you are right this is so.” She smiles the staggers nearly falling. {Need sleep, need food, sleep first.}

"That's neat! I could probably teach you some of the weird languages I know! I mean no one else seems to know them so I guess they're weird . . . . Hey are you okay?" He readied himself to catch her. "I can carry you back if you'd like, you look exhausted. . . ."

“Sure! I love new languages, and old books... We could be all super secret and say things in camp no one would understand~” She gives him spooky fingers and chuckles. “Or ya know not...But it might be fun to mess with them sometimes.” The girl shakes herself steading her tired legs and forcing her face to focus on the night before her. “Nah, I’ve got this. It’s all good.”

"heh, I'll have to teach you them whenever you're in better condition. It'll be fun, they're pretty unique languages. It kind of sucks that I don't remember where I picked them up though . . . . We're almost back to camp, if you want to talk to Kim you'll probably have to wait until the morning . . . ." Fester quietly walked back into camp. "I have a caravan but its a little cluttered. . . ."

"What's a Kim?...Caravan those are cool....." She's drifting out of conciouseness, voice hazy. "Caravan...Horse? You have hay?"