Carla Bella, a satyr, stumbled out of the woods in the early morning, stretching and yawning.  Her tank top had a few holes where limbs and twigs had pierced it, but her jean shorts remained mostly unscathed, if with little patches of dirt here and there.  Her hair, which was usually silky, long and well-maintained, was a bit messy with twigs and leaves settled here and there.  The previous day, she'd decided to explore the grounds around the school, the wilderness of Transylvania new to her and when day had turned to evening and evening to night, Carla found herself still roaming the woods.  She decided to spend her last day before classes doing what she'd done since she was little, camping out in the woods.<br/><br/>Now, with a duffel bag under one arm, she shook the sleep from her eyes and trotted in a swift jog towards the castle, her hooves clopping on the ground, dirt and stone as what would look like a sprint to most people was just a leisurely jog to school for the woodsy satyr.<br/><br/>She ended up tracking a bit of dirt inside the entrance hall, but she didn't give anyone much time to catch her doing it as she quickly spotted the signs leading to the dorms from the night before.  The castle would take another day of exploration before she got used to it, but Carla never liked exploring buildings all that much.  She liked to know her way around, but preferred to memorize forests and fields than hallways and stairwells.  It was just more fun for the former than the latter.<br/><br/>Carla got to the girls rooms as a particular salamander was rooting around for clothes to better "her" disguise.  Carla found a bed, tossed her bag on it and gave a wink to the tanned, little cutie before rummaging through her things to produce a set of clean clothes, another pair of short shorts that would stop just above her furry legs, a white, long-sleeved button-up shirt and an argyle vest, black with blues and reds, before clopping off again, giving Jean one more wink before heading to the baths.<br/><br/>There, she passed a mummy, a bit surprised by the presence of someone like him, although perhaps more than she should've been given the nature of the school, before entering the bath, undressing and practically diving into the warm water, the heat soothing soreness in her muscles and washing away dirt on her arms and in the fur on her legs as she began the process of carefully picking the nature out of her hair.<br/><br/><div align="center">___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Saif, now having bathed and re-wrapped himself, wandered down towards breakfast.  He wasn't hungry, but supposed he should meet up with everyone else there.  He had a lot on his mind, so when he arrived, he was fairly quiet, taking a seat to one side of the table and giving Starfall and Screetchfella a nod.  Was he supposed to take some materials from them?  He wasn't sure, but he knew Star would let him know if there was, so he started by building a plate.  It was pretty pathetic, barren of what most people considered a hearty breakfast, but since he wasn't hungry (never was), he felt as though he just aught to sample the food.  Enough to know if it was any good and perhaps enough to keep himself from overthinking things, distracting himself from bouncing around between all sorts of different topics.<br/><br/>How the mummy was going to eat without staining his wraps was, also, a bit of a mystery, but when it came time, he reached up and hooked a piece of linen, exposing his mouth and chin and thoughtfully munching on some prepared fruit.