Tonya, the leader of thr Lost Ones and the founder of the Creek, was sitting on her handmade quilt, meditating and communicating with the nature around her. The wind, trees, gress, the understands it all.

Seeing you walk by, she smiled sweetly, giving you a wave.

"Ah, Hello! The wind greets you my friend! Has you day been well?" She smiled sweetly, clapping her hands together in amusement.