"I take it there's something funny?" Asks Rashall he hadn't so much fallen asleep as much as he had just begun meditating.
Fire was rather surprised Rashall was awake, "I just can't help but chuckle when I see ponies asleep at this time of the day, it's the perfect time to be awake. Well, in my opinion."
"Well then I guess makes two of us," says Rashall jumping down from the tree, "Come on lets get a cooking fire up."
Orangebolt woke up. "Morning." He walked out his tent. "You guys making a fire? If we find a river I might be able to catch some fish to eat."
Grey Mane slowly woke up. She really was prefering the world of sleep to the real world. The realm were all the treasures in the universe were hers. Where she could do anything she wished, not that it stopped her in real life anyway. Treasure, treasure beyond her wildest dreams. That was her main goal. That and freedom. The place known as Everypony town is just too... Boring. Isolated. She had to find someplace new. Then she woke up. it appeared the 3 Stallions were getting firewood and the such. She shrugged before levitating over a couple of sticks and dropping them into the fireplace.
Collecting some wood dont seems to be any problem for the group. They remember that they have some rations over which need to be eaten anyway. Thos will getting bad in a few days anyway, it wouldnt be delicious at all till tomorrow. Firebreeze is still carrying a bow and a sword with him, this equipment is getting to much for him soon or later...
As they sat down to eat, Fire puts the remaining weapons on the ground, "Listen, I can't carry these things forever. Whoever doesn't have a weapon, please take one, otherwise i'm just gonna leave them here."
Grey Mane shrugs. "I'll take the bow then. Might as well shoot at something." She said before picking up the bow and weighing it in her hooves. If anypony got too close to her while she was shooting, a good whack could work if it was heavy enough or solid at least.
Orangebolt bit into an apple. He started packing the things in his tent into his bag, then finnaly packed up his tent.
While the group is packing theyr stuff, birds starts singing in the morning sun. The dew is dripping from the grass and the air smells so fresh like they never smelled before. A sweet taste of adventures lays on theyr tongue as they need to decide which they want to go. North? East? West? They dont seems to be sure yet, but they deffinitly want to go one of this ways.
