Zel accepted the stuffed... thing, and put it in his bag. It made sense that Larea would want to keep the pen and pad on hand. The group continued quietly down the path. They didn't seem to talk much whenever they went walking. Perhaps it had something to do with not wanting Larea to feel uncomfortable as she was left behind in the conversation (writing takes time). Or maybe it had something to do with none of them having met each other a few days ago. Or perhaps they just had nothing to say. Either way, the trip to the lake was made in silence.<br/><br/>The lake was beautiful as always, a wonderful sparkling blue. Their guide however, was no where in sight. Perhaps he just wasn't visible from Zel's current position, or perhaps he had wandered off somewhere. Either way, Zel hoped he would show up soon. He wanted to get moving before it got too hot outside. That would only make the trip miserable.