River was waiting outside the main building, she was laying flay on her back on the grass looking up at the clouds trying to decide if that one looked like a horse, or if it looked like not a horse.

She was waiting in case anyone came out of the cafe and got lost looking for their rooms or needed help.

It was too loud inside on arrival day, too much confusion, it gave her a headache. So today she looked at the clouds.

"Not a horse," she decided.