She awoke in the morning to a bright sun coming through the window. It drenched the bland curtains and spread  all the way to the edge of her bed. Her feet lifted a little to try and hide in the shadows. Sunlight is an ubearingly awful thing. The flies that use to buzz around the lamp were now gone as if the sunlight carried them away at dawn.<br/><br/>A rush of morning hate passed through her nearly making the idea of meeting the caravan an impossibility. She took a deep breath aware that not meeting up with the caravan would be terrible and quickly got dressed. Then grabbed her stuff and ran out of the awful room. It smelt like death but that was a usual scent to her.<br/><br/>The tavern room where most were starting there drinking habit early or eating breakfeast before leaving made for a loud room. She wandered past the crowd with her bag ignoring the crowd. Time was slowly catching up to her and there wasn't anymore time to waste.<br/><br/>She walked out of the tavern and headed right for the caravan. The horses attached to the caravan neither neighed , nor gave any recognition someone was there. Animals had a strange dislike of her. Clatter of passerbyers at the gate caught the horses attention. It was sort of sad but all she could think of was killing the creatures just to revive them. A little lady passed away gave her a nod and went on her way. Not many acknowledged her kind existed or if they did it was often a strange occurance.<br/><br/>The caravan was empty at the moment, or was it that she was the first one there? She sat in front of the back of the caravan waiting for the others to meet her.