<strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">UNKNOWN SWAMPLAND; UNKNOWN LANDS</span></span></strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Time:</strong> Mid-Morning (Day 1; 7th day, 6th Month)</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Weather:</strong> Clear blue skies; No winds; Warm morning</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Though they had been smudged a bit, the tracks at least looked humanoid in the shape and general size, though it was hard to tell if whatever made them had worn any sort of footwear.  Either way, it didn't look as though whoever or whatever made them had lingered for too long at the edge, and given that the lapping waters hasn't had time to erase the ones closest to the waterline completely indicate that it can't have been too long since; perhaps no more than an hour's past.<br/><br/>By her own estimate, Anna has been trailblazing through the swamplands for about 2 or 3 hours now, 4 hours tops.<br/><br/>Whatever other things Anna might be thinking, she is also starting to feel the light pangs of hunger, and all things considered, its not exactly clear, even to her mind, how long she had been unconscious in the wreckage of the ship or even when she last ate, given the haziness of events that led to her being shipwrecked here.  Whatever it might be, however, nature is making itself known as her stomach growls slightly.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Don't worry about the delay.  I've also found myself in a bit of pickle for nearly a week when I was out of town and without recourse to an internet connection :P</div></div>