Sirius Campfire, Thursday morning

[cheminthehead]

The Sirius campfire was lit and burning merrily. Gladys was standing nearby, arms hanging, the glow in her eyes banked, as she waited for something that needed to be done.

Apart from setting up the fire, she hadn't moved since last night.

[ooc: Sirius campfire is serious. Err, open. And it was TOTALLY never in the wrong journal. Honest.]

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[ella_obeys]

Ella roamed out of her cabin and over to the campfire, gnawing on a muffin. She blinked a little at the giant-statue-girl, but gave a tiny wave. "Hi?"

[cheminthehead]

Gladys looked up. "Good Morning."

[ella_obeys]

"Good morning," Ella answered with a (polite, and startled, but present) smile. "I'm Ella, I was just passing by and ... would you like some muffin?" he held up the breadstuff.

[cheminthehead]

"Thank you, But Golems Do Not Eat. My Name is Gladys," she replied. "You Are Welcome To Eat Your Muffin Here."

[ella_obeys]

"Thank you, Gladys," Ella said, perching on one of the stools about the campfire. "I've never met a Golem before. Where are you from?"

[cheminthehead]

"I Came Here From Ankh-Morpork," she replied. "I Was A Secretary And Now I Am A Student. Where Do You Come From?"

[ella_obeys]

"Frell," Ella answered promptly. She hadnt heard of Ankh-Morpork, but she took such things in stride. "It's a town in Kyrria. I was at finishing school, and now I am here."

[cheminthehead]

"You Were Not Finished?"

[ella_obeys]

"Actually not," Ella chuckled. "I left before the school year was finished. I wanted to see a giants' wedding, you see."

[cheminthehead]

She processed that. "Does That Mean That You Have Come Here To Become Finished?"

[ella_obeys]

"I'm 15," Ella said, eyes amused. "I hope I'm not to be finished just yet."

[cheminthehead]

The glow in her eyes dimmed and brightened. "I Am One Thousand And Fifty Four. I Also Hope That I Am Not Finished."

[ella_obeys]

"Finishing really is an odd thing to have a school for, isn't it, now that I think about it as a concept," Ella said, rocking back slightly. "None should ever hope to be completely finished."

"A thousand and fifty-four? Isn't that rather old for school?"

[cheminthehead]

"I Do Not Know. I Have Never Been to School Before," she replied. "I Believe That You Are Right. Being Finished Denotes That One Has Come To An End, And I Do Not Want To Come To An End."