log: amara and cammie

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On their first day in Nova Roma, Amara is annoying and drags Cammie out of her room so she can be social.

"You can't stay in there forever, Cammie!" Amara called out, after emerging from her old bedroom in her father's house. It had been - well, over a year since she'd been back in there, and she was surprised to see that it had actually been cleaned. Someone must be taking good care of her father in her absence. She knocked on the door of the guest room where she'd left Cammie, impatient to get out of the house and see people. "And there are people I want you to meet!"

"Yes I can!" Cammie returned, "Those people will keep living just fine without ever knowing me."

She had to admit though, the scenery was amazing. It wasn't like anything she had ever seen before. And that was saying something.

"That is really not the point!" Amara opened the door a crack so she didn't have to keep calling out. "I'm not going to let you just hide away up here for the entirity of the time here, so you will just have to get used it!"

"But it's a really nice room. Really," Cammie pointed out.

"It's nicer outside." Amara pushed the door open completely, staying on the threshold. "Am I really going to have to drag you out of here? Because I will. If I have to."

"...I'd really like it if you don't," Cammie said. "I'll go, if only because this place is... well, I might as well look around."

"I would really not as well!" She grinned over to Cammie. "You will not be disappointed. My friends are all very nice, and if nothing else, I think there are some very nice places to see."

"Yeah. Let's go take a look. Not every day I'm in a hidden jungle town," Cammie said.

"Great!" Amara grinned at her again, before turning and heading towards the exit to the house. She was so excited to see her friends again, and she was pretty sure Cammie would like them as well. ... okay well, she just really hoped she wouldn't hate them, at the very least.

Cammie sighed and rolled her eyes. She was still baffeled as to why she didn't hide in her room with the funiture up against the door and perhaps boarded shut for good measure.

"How painful can this be?" she asked, mostly to herself. She had used to love people. That was before they developed the nasty habit of getting sick around her.