<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Day 8</strong></span><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1217.photobucket.com/albums/dd394/Vithe_rothe/concept19_zps397cb26a.jpg)</div>By the eighth day of travel, she had begun to get a feel for the others. Even going so far as to alter her morning ritual/ Now she only did her opening prayers to the sun nude, clothing herself to mediate and scribe. She then shifted into an air elemental form of a misty bird with a large wingspan. Her Great cat would weave in and out among the others though always staying close to the king and at times giving a barely heard growl toward the undead paladin. Jahtera had been open and cheerful during camp. Handling the cooking and chatting with the others save for the paladin whom she had said barely a score of words to in the past week and had always kept at a distance. She was polite and respectful even to 'it' when she did speak.<br/><br/>She had used her magic to purify food each evening, as well as the game her cat brought in, mostly for it to feed on. Her birds had found berries and nuts that had been almost blight free and now as they moved deeper into the wilds she circled high using her wild shape sight and perceptions. So she was often high above the halfling watching and support should he need it.