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Camilla had spent most of the day within a tree. She wasn't sure as to why, but she guessed it was the fact that she liked the view when it came to looking down at the Lost Boys. She realized that this was one of the many things of which she did miss, she missed just observing what the hell her boys were up to. It was times like this when Camilla felt relaxed, and it made her happy. More happy than what she probably would care to admit. Though there was a part of her which had then worried about how the hell she would get down from the tree, in a way she forgot how the hell she got up there in the first place.
Camilla tried to shrug off the thought as she looked down at the camp below her, the boys - her boys - were all doing their own little thing, which had always made her smile. Despite there being little to no wind, she could feel a chill which seemed to run down her spine, it caused her to look around wondering if it might have been Pan's shadow checking up on her for some reason. However, when she looked, there was nothing. In a way it had confused her a little, there were few times where she shivered despite there being no wind which had normally meant shadow.
Camilla tried to shrug it off, thinking that it might be nothing. Maybe it was just nothing, maybe it was just her mind overthinking the feeling of the curse. She shook her head slightly, she wanted to rid her mind of the curse and its old effect on her. Cam had let out a small sigh before getting out her dagger - which sat uncomfortably in her shoe - it was her old one, the one from when she was between seventeen and nineteen, when all she had was Baelfire. Her scruffy initials were inscribed on the blade, which somewhat made her smile though she wasn't sure as to why.
Camilla looked at the bark of wood in front of her, her eyes staring at it though she tilted her head slightly while she hummed. She moved, digging her dagger into the tree. Jade Stiltskin's tree bitch.
After a few moments of marking the tree - which ended with her hand hurting like a bitch - Camilla leaned back and smile to herself. A physical mark of her place in the camp, where it may be seen by many who wondered who lived here. A mark which she might be able to show future Lost Boys who may join the island.
Down below, within the camp, Henry was sat on the outskirts of the camp watching the Lost Boys mucking around. There was a part of the small boy which understood as to why Jade - or Camilla - enjoyed this island so much and had wanted to come back. Though, ever since he found out that she was within the camp, she seemed different and he barely saw her around the camp. As much as he didn't want to think about it, there was a small part of him which thought that for whatever reason, Camilla was a part of Pan's plan.
What had drew the eleven-year-old out of his thoughts was feeling a nudge in his side. Henry frowned slightly, staring up at the Lost Boy who nudged him only to be greeted by Camilla's best friend on the island - Devin. In Devin's had was a stick which Henry gathered to be what brought him out of his thoughts.
