The edge of the campgrounds, early Thursday morning

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Dinah had left a message for Priestly, and was now warming up and stretching on the edge of the campground-- and trying not to squee too loudly about the moose. A tiny little stampede of them was rushing across the path.

Maybe they could race them through the preserve? Moose running?



[ooc: for the running partner, but open before he gets here]

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"Cool. I'm guessing you don't have a phone yet. Why don't we plan for Sunday afternoon?" Dinah offered. "We can see whatever you like."

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Morgana looked pleased as she nodded. "That would be lovely."

Somewhere, Arthur might have been feeling a foreboding sense of doom.