There was not a lot, if anything for that matter, that Lysandra was thankful for. This was a stupid event that the Island did, a stupid holiday the world had, where people sat down and thanked... Whatever for blessing them with family, friends, love, good grades, anything positive in their lives, and throughout her years of comprehensible living, she didn’t have anything she was thankful enough to celebrate. Not the things that people traditionally did, like friends and family, or new or lasting love. She was thankful to have a roof over her head, she was thankful to be alive, that she wasn’t starving, or in a ditch somewhere. She was thankful that, unlike some of the people she’d met in her time, her mother had chosen to put her through the system. The homes she had were never good, never permanent, but they were houses to live in, and beds to sleep on. So being out on this ridiculous camping trip, she felt... Stupid. Wondering if anyone else was as bitter or annoyed with this whole thing.
Sat off on her own, the woman was left to huffing and puffing, not wanting to partake in any manner, sitting on a log was good enough for her, fingers tucked delicately between her thighs for the warmth. She’d really just been watching the hustle and bustle of people trying to set up places to sleep. She hadn’t noticed someone sitting down next to her. Head tilting slightly, she eyed the other person - cautiously. “What, not interested in all this holiday mumbo jumbo?”