The Preserve, Saturday Morning

One moment this particular section of the preserve was empty; the next, a young elven girl with a staff slung across her back and a lost expression on her face was stepping out from between two trees.

"Creators, I wasn't quite expecting that!"

( It had all happened so quickly, but in another sense it had been a long time coming. )

Merrill had no idea how she was supposed to find her way to this "Fandom High" (what a funny name) place from here, but there was hardly anyone around to ask. Besides, even if there had been, she wouldn't have been inclined to ask them for directions. She could just start walking, couldn't she? She'd find her way out eventually.

[OOC: For one! Merrill will be showing up at the picnic in a bit.]