Comet relaxes as she sits down on the partially overgrown grass of the Outskirts, blades feeling fuzzy against her hands. Her tent sits behind her, standing tall.

A large cauldron sits above the fire she'd made half-an hour ago, it's metal stand the only thing separating it and the flames. Her soup should be done in a little bit, she thinks. Having nothing else to do but wait for the broth to boil, she continues to stare into the sky. It's evening at this point, the once vast blue sky now mixed with deep purples, oranges and pinks. Center Ring stands proud, far, far away, noticeable despite her distance from it. The city shines bright in the evening. She doesn't think she could ever live in The Rings. But they look pretty. From really far away. Like every place.

The sound of footsteps nearby alerts, and quite frankly, startles her. She grabs her hat, previously sitting on the ground next to her, and ducks into her tent, pressing herself against one of it's flimsy walls. Although this person could theoretically not be a threat, she can never be too careful. Maybe they'll go away when they realise nobody is there.