<strong><span class="bbc_u">Pagasa</span></strong><br/><br/>Pagasa had known she was being followed by Elaine, but she was never one for small talk.  She knew for a fact that their circumstances were quite similar.  Both of them were orphaned, both of them lived in the dormitories, and both of the of them had become gatherers for the Cloudweaver.  If Pagasa was a friendlier girl, she would have thought it strange that they were not friends.<br/><br/>Pagasa hooked her own harness, checked her grip and placement on her weapons, then wordlessly jumped down towards the savage wasteland below them.  The closer she got, the thicker the air became with the smells of animals, danger, and death.<br/><br/>Once down below, she helped make sure the coast was clear.  Then Delilah pointed out the animal tracks, which was good, but she didn't wait for the group to acknowledge it and ready themselves.  Personally Pagasa thought that was irresponsible.  They were at a large disadvantage on the fields of size, power, and sometimes speed.  Their only real advantage was smarts, and they needed to work together.<br/>Quickly, Pagasa ducked in to the bushes as well, her spear ready in her hand.  The hairs behind her neck prickled upwards.  Something wasn't right.  Her suspicions were confirmed as Delilah raised her hand asking the group to halt. Pagasa crouched lower and gripped her spear, taking a defensive position.