Gaea The Strategist Doing: Searching frantically for her necklace/
Thinking: I need to find that necklace!/
Relationship Status: Single, and not interested.
If we tie the vines together here, then the tent will be far stronger. But if we dome the roof, then I can build a fire and not have to concern myself with having smoke fogging up the tent, Gaea meticulously thought out every part of her shelter.
Well, what would be better in the long run-- a studier, durable structure or being able to actually have a fire going for practical usage? One on hand, she didn't have to concern herself with having her shelter blow away or suffer from severe damage during a storm or from some idiot that decided to mess with her shelter. On the other hand, however, she would be able to have a fire going and not have to concern herself with socializing with the others. Oh, decisions, decisions.
The shelter itself looked, well, awkward, to say the least. The ground was covered with palm tree leaves, to alleviate the prickly sensation of sand grinding on her body. Her roof was in a semi-dome shape, enough to make sure that rain wouldn't get in on her flooring. The size of the shelter was hardly even big enough for an average-sized full grown JMD, and was strictly accustomed to only Gaea's smaller stature, to make sure that no other dragon decided to make their home in her shelter. Random pieces of bark that she had discovered lying around had been constructed into fittingly awkward, slanted shelves, to hold food if she needed it. Overall, the shelter looked very poorly constructed, in comparison to what it could have been. But Gaea was only a medical student and not an engineer.
And now I need to figure out where that plan landed... Gaea thought, turning her head away from her shelter to think. A force of habit, Gaea started to rub her silver Celtic Tree of Life necklace... Well, she would have if it was actually there dangling around her neck.
Oh no! Panic raged through Gaea's head, making her head injury that she didn't realize she had, pound painfully.
Oh, I hope that I didn't lose the necklace! No, no, no, no. This isn't good! I've got to find it! Frantic, Gaea started to retrace her steps, a look of panic plastered on her face, thinking of where she could have possibly lost the necklace, and refusing to think that the necklace was forever lost in the wreckage of the plane.