ZaCara was sitting at the edge of the lake looking at the water, lost in her thoughts. she didn't even notice her surroundings. She didn't know what to think, How could Warren leave like that.

Camille landed in front of ZaCara. "A lot on your mind?" she said, smirking.

"I'm not in the mood Camile!" She said shaking her head clear.

Camille circled ZaCara slowly. "Does it have to do with that troublesome Warren? I wouldn't be surprised if it was."

"It has nothing to do with him," She sais standing up.

Camille raised her eyebrows. "Then what could be troubling you so greatly?"

"Why is that any of your concurn?" she said looking at her.

Camille shrugged mockingly. "It isn't. You see, it's a been a rather dull night and I have nothing else to do. So this is my entertainment," she explained.

ZaCara laughed, "What entertainment is that? Feeding on ones sarrow?" She laughs, "You are still pathatic Camile," She started walking away, "And to think I though you changed."

Camille followed after her. "Oh I have changed, believe it or not. I don't like that I have changed, but I have. But it helps if you share your grief with somebody," she said assuringly.

"And who is that some body? Surley you don't mean you?"

Camille smirked. "Who else is around? Of course I mean myself."

ZaCara stopped and looked at her, "And why on earth would I tell you? You are no friend of mine!"

"That is too true. But what is that saying? 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer'."

ZaCara laughed, "And why should I keep you closer? I've tried that way to many times already"