<strong>Sunset - Sunday morning</strong><br/><br/>Carrie's hair was very coarse, well brushed but otherwise lacking in proper care when given close examination.  The girl probably didn't use conditioner, and may not even be able to get a proper shampoo beyond simple soap.  Still, she appreciated the gesture and went still, her eyes drifting to some faraway place.  "I asked them to watch over the tomahawk for you," she said thoughtfully.  "I don't know how much they can do, though.  They're very busy with the others, and I don't think they can see you very well.  I think it might be a little easier here, I've done a lot of calling, but I'm not sure."<br/><br/>Her thoughts just kept on ticking away, with only brief pauses denoting a complete change in subject.  "I don't think they're ready."  She looked about at the Hunters.  "Not like Dad and the others are ready, anyway.  It's going to take some time; that's why he's sending so many minions.  Maybe she, but I think he.  I guess it doesn't really matter; it doesn't quite work the same way for them."  She gave a gentle sigh, looking down at her unkempt nails as she considered asking something completely unrelated, but decided against it.  "It's one of the thirteen; I know that much."