A bright-eyed child glanced about the meadow in a rather confused, no, lost, manner. As she walked, the coat she wore dragged behind her, the entire place seeming mystical. Nice. Comforting, even. It was such a verdant glade, she couldn't help but feel at home, as she carefully took a seat beneath a tree. She stared out at the people, rubbing at her eye, tiredly. Cara had come a long, long, way and had been lost for a long, long, while. She deserved some rest. Perhaps it was time to sleep.