Heron Lake Plateau douse the lights

Although Phox had given her a little tour, she'd been so fixated on him that she hadn't taken the time to study her surroundings. Now, back here at the tree, the full weight of everything was collapsing down upon her. They said she would be safe here if she stayed away from the borders—and so she'd have to find something to do deep within the territory. But what if it was a lie? What if they were merely testing her obedience. The girl thought of this as Rory spoke and caught herself with a drifting gaze; she stared off in to the wilderness of the plateau's interior but did not move.

—Show you around or something? they said next, and Camilla was so absorbed within her little universe that she didn't catch it all; this made her feel guilty, and her ears twisted around atop her head to fan out on either side of it. She nodded her head in a sage-like manner, quiet and unassuming and hoping that she wouldn't get in trouble for not remembering where to go. The tour hadn't taken very long but she just couldn't focus the first time around. Camilla wanted to know more about Phox, but she hadn't managed to ask the questions that flit through her mind at that time.

Y-yes, please, she all but whispered, but didn't move. She was waiting on the order to do so, and old habits were hard to break.