((Okey-doke.))<br/><br/>She stopped short of the line of trees and pivoted in a slow about-face. "Good idea," she agreed flatly, "We should wait for sunrise." Reluctantly, she calmed her itching fingers and replaced her arrow into its quiver and her bow over her shoulders. She sat where she was, crossing her legs and wiggling into a comfortable position in the grass beneath her.<br/><br/>Breathing deeply, she prepared to enter her trance-like state of rest. She took inventory of the day, and became more acutely aware of her surroundings. The sun cast dyes out across the sky and the breeze rustled the leaves on the trees above her. Crickets chirped from their hiding places in the grass. She took all this in, noted it, and simply breathed.