Soft sunlight slowly leaks through the tent’s small opening waking the sleeping brunette out of their slumber. Peering out at the waking world Rain moves to stand, grabbing their fishing pole that is perfectly balanced against the side of the tent, before walking out into the morning sunlight. Letting out a yawn, they run a hand through their tangled locks to sort out the mess they call hair as they head down the flattened grass path to where it forks by the river. Stopping at the cross roads to try and finish sorting out their bed head. A small shadow that crosses their reflection reminds them of their previous mission and with a glanc