Camilla
Camilla glances between the other three, waiting for the next set of instructions and they're similar to the last. With Fiadh taking West and Felix taking South there are only two options left. The Abandoned considers, pushing off of the tree she's resting against and takes another vial, "I suppose I'll take East." She hums with a smile before heading in that direction. Her movements are almost lazy in the heat, pausing occasionally to sprinkle water at the bases of the trees, being sure to not use too much at each one.
Climbing isn't her forté, but it takes little effort for her to use her abilities to call the branches down to her so she might be lifted into them and able to sprinkle water there too.
Camilla rakes East and uses her powers to get into the trees.
Climbing isn't her forté, but it takes little effort for her to use her abilities to call the branches down to her so she might be lifted into them and able to sprinkle water there too.
Camilla rakes East and uses her powers to get into the trees.
We can't make any promises now can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink
But you can make me a drink
