Scarlet sat down heavily on the cold hard ground. Four hours of training, she never knew when her fighting skills would be needed.<br/><br/>"Well, i think i am done for the day, what do you think?" She looked down at Snookie, a chicken that she saved from becoming dinner one night. The chicken just looked at her and ruffled its feathers as it walked off. Scarlet stood up, brushed herself up and walked inside.<br/><br/>She reached for favorite dress, the orange one. It matched her eyes. She combed her long blonde hair out of the messy bun that sat on the top of her head.<br/><br/>"I am kinda hungry!" she said out loud to herself, and anyone else who happened to be listening.<span style="font-style: italic">"Sorio anahlo"</span>with the flick of her wand a nice bowl of oatmeal appeared on the table. Just like Rebecca used to make.<br/><br/>"Thank you Grandma." She said quietly to herself as she looked up at the sky. She slowly dug into her breakfast, going through her plans for the day in her head.