Abigail
Darlene had finally convinced Alma to tag along. 

She was beginning to worry that maybe her friend wouldn't... Recover. This was the first time they'd gotten to spend together since their picnic, and Darlene still didn't believe she was completely okay, but didn't want Alma to keep herself isolated like that. It wasn't healthy. Plus, a little bit of movement would be good for that banged up leg, right? 

Darlene spent hours picking an outfit and curling her hair. Why? Well, that's just what she did best. She cared deeply about her appearance, even out in the dirt and twigs. Did she want to impress? Maybe, but only herself. Her ghingam top was only slightly messy by the time they'd reached their current position. She rushed to lean against the log excitedly. "Ooh!Fairy rings! C'mon, guys!! I wanna see the fairies!"
Alan
What would be a good way to keep her mind off all her problems? Well, work was always the first choice, but so was meeting up with some friends. 

Sure, Akira may have the social skills of a potato, especially around other ladies, but she accepted the offer as a good way to keep everyone's spirits up!

The woman was keeping her pace, mostly due to the fact that anything would distract her. The leaves on the trees, a squirrel that would climb up on the branches, and-

"Mushrooms...?"Aki blinked a few times and wasted no time to check what Alma had found, following Darlene right behind.

"Oh my-!That's adorable!" She kneeled down, giggling. "Ya think it's a lil mushroom village?"
Robert
Maggie was sweating like a pig. She wasn't used to hiking on foot, and the years of relying on a horse to tackle tough ground for her had left her out of practice. Even still, she was enjoying the time outside in nature, especially with the three others there to watch her back - a luxury she didn't often have.

Her choice of clothing, jeans and a powder blue shirt, though practical for the wilds, made the heat of the late summer smother her even more. A rifle was slung around her shoulder and, as usual, she had her Colt 1911 buried in a holster at her right hip, waiting to meet whatever could be out there.

"Hmm?" She skipped over to the others, all congregating around the ring of mushrooms.

"I always thought these rings looked so creepy, my daddy used to say if you stand in the middle you can make a wish."