<b>RE: Camp Celsoul - Now open and accepting!</b><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff69b4">Trixie's eyes were shut and she held her breath waiting for impact. When it didn't happen and she felt a tug at the back of her shirt, she opened one eye slowly to see the ground far too close for comfort. As she was pulled to her feet, she blinked owlishly up at the male who had saved her. Where had he come from? He was so, dashing. Trixie blushed, "I <i>am</i> cautious," she said defending herself. "I was just," <i>not being cautious</i>... "looking at something." She crossed her arms in a sort of pout. She'd been called a klutz far too many times in the past few years and she wasn't about to hear it from a stranger! He seemed so calm and collected standing there like that. "Thanks," she finally mumbled. She offered a smile, "I'm Trixie."</span>