<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ac/AliceEve.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Sarah Walters (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=225201.msg11060790#msg11060790)<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Open<br/><strong>When: </strong>Evening, May 4th<br/><strong>Where: </strong>Campfire spot, on the beach<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">New people. Sarah was always pleased to hear that there were new people coming in, answering the call of Gaia to group her Children together. The end was near, the Goddess gave so many warnings, so many signs: snow in strange places and lack of quantity where there used to be plenty during winter, drought in some, flood in others, hurricanes, tornadoes, all sorts of natural disaster because the planet was suffering. She was angry…<br/><br/>Sarah was sitting by a small circle of stones, the center hollow like a bowl, and she built the fire slowly. Dry leaves in the bottom, dry sticks on top and finally bigger logs on top of it all. All she would need when ready, was to set the leaves on fire and hope the rest of it would catch. The wood was old and dry, it should not be a problem. Sarah sat there at peace. Her belief that she was doing the right thing kept her at peace with her decision to leave all the technology and all the comforts of a cushioned, fast-paced life behind.<br/><br/>“<em>Alas my love you do me wrong<br/>To cast me off discourteously; <br/>And I have loved you oh so long,<br/>Delighting in your company.</em>”<br/><br/>Sarah sang Greensleeves, a song she had heard as a girl and that had never really gotten out of her head since. Her voice was soft and true; singing was a natural talent of hers. She wasn’t loud, singing mainly to herself. She didn’t mind singing among a group, but she was no performer, didn’t like her singing to be the center of attention. Right there and then, she sang to fill the silence with something appeasing and melodious, until someone joined her.</div>