Damita had always loved the night – She had use to sit out on the veranda of her old home and gaze at the stars and moon. She had spent many a night sitting outside and staring dreamily at the sky, wondering what was beyond Spain and now she knew.<br/><br/>Cinnamon gaze took in everything as they walked slowly through the village, smiling as she watched the village people go about their chores.<br/><br/>The walk was over all too soon, her attention soon diverted as they entered Toho’s tent. Her stomach growled as he spoke, Damita giving a laugh. “It would seem so.” She grinned, heading over to the basket Tala had left, picking out an orange.<br/><br/>Carrying it over to the mat, Damita seated herself cross-legged, stretching the skirt of her dress over her legs as nimble fingers sought to peel the orange fruit.<br/>