Gusty was pretty new to the area; she was looking for a place to call home and figuring things out, so that was the reason she was drawn to the bonfires. She looked into the fire and let her thoughts wander. Darkness had fallen, and she grumbled a little; she was a bit of a grump at times. She wasn't hateful, just pragmatic, really. She didn't have any friends to speak of, but she secretly hoped to find a friend. She didn't want to admit the weakness; she really didn't like weakness at all, but it was something she was stuck with.
She looked up from the fire to see if any others were coming near the fire. She wouldn't say as much, but she wanted company. The stars above seemed like they were saying something, but she had no idea what it was they were saying. She sighed out deeply as she turned back to the fire, trying to open herself to the night and what this season might mean. She didn't want to miss something in the fire or on the wind.
