Message #3167

[Donovyn Mikara Gerra]

Sera looked at the zipped up tent. She had been given the lead-up, but not the release she still wanted so desperately. She sat Indian-Style, her arms crossed. She sat like that for ten seconds, and then sighed. She walked over to her own tent and zipped it up. She stripped her clothes off and laid on the cot, looking at the top of her tent.