<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Sorry it took so long for me to get a post up. Work has been burning out my ability to write long amounts at a time this week.</div></div></div><br/><br/>At first the rain does little to damper Eiyre's spirits, and she continues to skip along unimpeded by the stormy weather as though it was still bright and sunny out. But all it takes is one good case of her foot landing square in a puddle to bring down her spirits, at least to some degree. Feeling the cold and wet seeping into her boots and pooling around her feet immediately reduces her gait to careful steps that attempt to lessen the squishing feeling that accompanies each movement. Though to her credit, beyond the initial "Ewwwww" when she steps in to the puddle she never complains, at least not verbally.<br/><br/>When Xarithe makes the decision to camp for the night, she seems rather ambivalent to the decision. Eiyre doesn't really need the rest as much as some of the others, but neither is she in any great hurry to get to their destination. So as the others prepare to make camp for the night she sets up her own bedding to get ready and settle down as well. Unable to sleep in her armor without exhausting herself for the next day's activities, at some point the oracle changes into a set of pajamas. Since none of the other party members ever actually witness her change into them it raises the question of whether they were on underneath her armor the whole time.<br/><br/>At Ambrosia's first offer, Eiyre wrinkles her face in an expression of mild displeasure. "I think I'm fine out here. I'm already waaaaay to wet as it is, and I have this thing about cramped spaces where I..." She holds her hands up a foot apart and begins slowly bringing them together like she's squeezing an invisible ball, almost as though the action will somehow bring to mind the words she's trying to come up with. Eventually she gives up and just says, "Well, the point is that I don't really like them very much."<br/><br/>She seems a bit more receptive of the fairy's second request, though. "Well... if nobody else is interested then I'm not feeling so hungry that I'd accidentally digest and I do have a bit of extra room in my bedroll," Eiyre says, sticking a hand under her pajama top and rubbing her flat belly. But then she glances over at Xarithe and remembers the "trip" that he and Ambrosia had made out into the woods earlier. "But if you have somewhere else you'd rather be then I won't hold it against you. Just thought I'd offer to make sure you don't spend the night all alone."