Al lay sleeping in, yeah, you guessed it, a tree. He slowly opened his eyes, regaining consciousness.
Yawning and stretching his arms, he sat up, knocking his head on an overhanging branch.
He groaned a bit, rubbed his forehead, and began looking around.
It was Al's kind of day: Overcast, not too cold, and a slight drizzle coming down.
He smiled, pulled out a book, and began researching more spells.
Arianna moved through the forest, trying to be quiet, but frowning when something crunched everytime she stepped. She tucked her brown hair behind one ear and made sure her sunglasses were on. They covered her eyes completely. She had brilliant green eyes and she hated it when people payed attention only to her eyes, not her. Believe it or not, it had happened in the past.
She heard more noise up ahead and saw a boy knock his head on a tree branch. She winced; that looked painful. "Are you alright?" She asked raising an eyebrow.