Snow slept soundly for much of the evening, her dreams mostly being of her past and the tribe of Elves she called home. She was excited for their journey and hoped that the tribe hadn't forgotten her, it had been so long. When she finally woke, her eyes fluttering slowly, she immediately noticed that Baraxan was no longer in bed. She startled and sat up quickly only to see him going through their supplies. She let out a relaxed breath and sat on the edge of the bed "I take it you didn't sleep well? More dreams?" she asked softly.<br/><br/>After a few moments she finally stood and outstretched her arms then twisted side to side as she prepared herself for the day ahead. By this point it seemed the sun was just cresting the horizon so Snow started to get dressed, pulling on her leather boots to finish and looking back to Baraxan.<br/><br/>"Are you ready?" she smiled warmly, excited to have another journey ahead. She often felt restless just sitting about, she could never simply be a wife that was one thing she knew. She grabbed her pack and placed the bow and quiver over her shoulder.