<div class="floatleft">(http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/4926/nishkahead.jpg)</div>Nishka was mid-mumble when the question hit her.<strong>"Why wouldn't we leave Barovia? This place is pretty scary and spooky. I left a long time ago, and if I get my way, I'm leaving again! Darkon, to the north, is a lot safer...sort of!"</strong>Thoughts bounced around in her head as she tried to come up with any conceivable reason to stay in Barovia.<br/><br/>That's when the cat offered to fix her dress.<strong>"I...uhh,"</strong>and here the girl blushed. There was a twitching at the back of her left knee, from where her restrained tail perked nervously.<strong>"I can do that myself, thank you. I'm kind of...shy,"</strong>she exclaimed, and then she said it again, more quietly.<strong>"Shy, sorry. I'm not comfortable being undressed around others, really. But I know some magic that can fix and clean my dress, when I get a chance to find some time alone, that is."</strong><br/><br/>Near the edge of the camp, there was a rustle; there was movement.<strong>"Calypsa?"</strong>she asked with trepidation.