Day One: Early Morning

[Celipa]

Celipa grinned contentedly and took an enormous bite out of an apple. Her legs were stretched comfortably, and her head rested on the ground. Beside her was her pack, and above her were the dangling branches of an apple tree.

"This isn't so bad," the saiyaness stated aloud.

In the darkness, she was practically invisible underneath the tree. The shadows it cast made a fantastic hiding place at night. She could probably sleep there, if she wanted to.

But she didn't want to.

She sat up, apple in hand, and surveyed her surroundings. It was pretty dark out, but she could see a few choice items nearby. The saiyan stood up and picked her pack up off the ground, then slid the strap over her shoulder. On her toes at every moment? Maybe not, but Celipa wasn't too worried about an encounter yet. And even if she were to encounter somebody, this saiyan woman knew her way around a survival situation.

"Hey, Cel."

Celipa's raven hair was flung to the side when she threw her head around to examine the speaker. A metallic object was brandished at the newcomer's throat, for a moment, and then she noticed it was Zangya. The object vanished from view.

"Oh, thank God," the wily saiyan murmured. "Zangya."

"Yeah, but keep it down," the jade skinned femme fatale replied. "We don't want to draw too much attention to ourselves."

Cel nodded, and then the two both shifted their gaze to the most notable thing within the reach of their darkness-impaired eyesight.

"C'mon," Zangya waved her hand.

Celipa followed.