<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/InannaLewis.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Inana Lewis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=225201.msg11066242#msg11066242)</strong><br/><strong>Who: </strong>Sarah, Alexander, Cat<br/><strong>When: </strong>Evening May 4<br/><strong>Where: </strong>Beach campfire<br/><hr/>Ina gave Alex the full intensity of her sunny grin as he praised her for staying with the horse. Probably the least-vain person in the settlement, like anyone else, she still liked to hear an attaboy from time to time. Then as always, she looked away.<br/><br/>"I will, Miss Walters," she said quietly as the leader talked about anti-insect plantings, then she looked back at Alex as he started speaking about animal sensitivities, meeting his eyes firmly. It wasn't flirting- at least, not as far as he knew; it was the same scarily intense concentration she applied to anything she thought worth doing or hearing.  Watching her at her chores, a stranger could be forgiven for thinking she was somewhat autistic, the way she focused in on her task to the exclusion of everything else around her. It was especially noticable at ritual times, where she eagerly drank in the quiet discussions of the settlement's philosophy and generic Naturalist religion.  When she sang then, her whole face lit up, and she almost seemed to be in a trance.<br/><br/>It never lasted, though, especially not with people. As soon as Alex was done, Ina turned her head to give Cat a small smile, then curled up into a small bundle, staring into the fire.<br/><br/>"You know," she said thoughtfully after a few minutes of silence, "we should have something special we could cook in the bonfires.  Some kind of bread, or cake. For just these times." It was said so seriously, the older people had to grin; the young blonde had moved form community to community so often and for so long, she'd never even heard of marshmallows.