Calypsa was quite relieved when she came upon the firepit. She sighed, and her head hung.<em>Just a bad dream.</em>She had so many of them since arriving here.<br/><br/>A slight breeze stirred, bringing to her the smell of cooked rabbit, which brought her senses alive. Her stomach growled. She hadn't eaten for what seemed like days. With all the fighting of late, weakness and fatigue had taken her. But this had to belong to someone. Who would leave a meal like this unattended? It didn't matter. Calypsa was facing starvation with very little strength to hunt.<br/><br/>As she reached for the rabbits, she spied the note. She eyed it curiously, but did not dwell on it long; she couldn't read the strange marks some chose to adorn paper with, and shrugged it off. She began tearing into the rabbit, even as she was moving away from the camp.<br/><br/>Calpysa stripped the carcasses down quickly. As she was nearing the end of her meal, her stomach full, she began to feel her strength return to her. She thought it was so odd that meat had to be ruined in order to be palatable. Cooked meat was a strange new concept to her. She had gotten used to it, because it was necessary; this new body couldn't handle raw meat. But she longed for fresh raw meat.<br/><br/>Her hunger satisfied, Calypsa's thoughts moved to the girl at the camp. Who was she?<em>What</em>was she? Her curiosity got the better of her, and she started the long walk back to the gypsy camp to investigate.