Koreal regained consciousness in the early hours before dawn broke. In the silence of the camp around her, she felt a sense of unease. The full moon shone down on tents and bedrolls, and the dying embers of the campfire, which must have been relit at some point after she passed out. The last thing she remembered was talking to that man who'd carried her off, and whose name she hadn't managed to get before she lost her hold on herself. She felt a bit angry that she'd been so weak as to pass out, but... she could blame it on the blood loss.
'Oh, shifting tides... the blood loss. Am I...?' She felt a ripple of lingering pain pass through her as she touched the spots where her wounds had been. It seemed they'd been healed at least to the point of closing properly, but they still stung when her clothes brushed against them or she extended her arm. That was alright, though. She could still walk, and maybe even fight if needed. It seemed that whatever had attacked them at dusk had been driven off while she was unconscious, though, as the camp seemed just as full as when she'd been carried out of it. It was good to know that her new traveling companions were competent enough to be able to solve the problem, although she'd have to ask Kerrora about what exactly had happened once her sister woke up.
Koreal laid back with a sigh. It had been a crazy day, and she needed to rest more, even if she had already been doing so for spirits knows how many hours. Dawn would bring new challenges, she was sure. But despite the handicaps and hardships, she'd make sure that she and her sister made it through. With Kerrora by her side, Koreal knew she'd be able to do anything.
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Only a couple hours later, Koreal was roused again by the stirring of the camp around her. Some were eating morning rations, others were packing up their sleeping gear or stretching. The spear wielder didn't pay them much mind, although she did keep an eye out for the man who'd carried her away from the fight the night before, and the girl who'd come to help heal her. The latter she wanted to thank for what Koreal assumed were her healing services, and the former... well, she wanted his name. She was honestly a little miffed that he hadn't given it to her before she went unconscious.
She helped Kerrora pack up as best she could, and munched on a bit of jerky before the group set out to walk towards the beach. As they traveled, Koreal did her best to ignore the pain around her shoulder, and to keep pace with the rest of the group. At times this proved difficult, as several of their party were mounted and had no real need of slowing other than to let those on foot keep up. But Koreal couldn't seem weak. She'd push through the pain, and prove that she could keep up with everyone else. After all, it was just a little blood loss and some lingering pain from a healed wound. It was nothing a warrior couldn't handle!
... If she was honest with herself, though, it got harder when she didn't have anything to distract herself. She'd kept herself entertained for a while by questioning her sister about the events of last night, and from her answers had pieced together the general events. Her sister didn't seem particularly happy this morning, although she supposed it could be shyness at all the people around, or perhaps some lingering stress from the night before. Koreal had certainly found her mind wandering back to the fights every so often, wondering what she could have done differently in that situation.
The fight against their leader, Fang, had been... well, terrible, honestly. Sure, it had caught her by surprise. But he hadn't been bending, or even fighting particularly well, for the Avatar's sake! Even with the surprise and the distractions, Koreal
should have been able to hold her own. And she hadn't.
'Heh... I guess I'm really that pitiful, huh. But this just means I have to try harder! I'll let my shoulder heal up a bit, and then I'll get right back into training! Maybe I'll rematch Fang next, and prove that he can't take me when I know he's com-'
It was at that moment that their fearless leader fell into pace with the two sisters, and began chatting with them. That shook Koreal out of her thoughts, although she briefly chuckled to herself about talking so big to herself when she hardly noticed him coming this time either. Before long, though, she found herself wishing she were once again alone with her thoughts. The way he talked to the two of them was... unsettling. For a while Koreal thought he was just trying to be friendly, but she couldn't entirely ignore the implications of what he was saying as the conversation went on. When he eventually got to his 'one big happy family' suggestion, she looked at him incredulously and coughed.
"Uh, can you maybe not right now? I'm not really in the mood to talk." She hesitated, not
really wanting to play the injured card, but deciding it would be best to use it if it would get the man away from her sister and herself. "I'm still kinda in recovery from the battle last night, and the pain's making me grumpy."
She hadn't really been direct in answering anything Fang had said, and she knew that could come back to bite her later, but honestly she wasn't sure what to say in this situation. Sure, she'd been flirted with once or twice before back home, but not by a random stranger who had cut her arm open the night before, and certainly not by someone who was
flirting with her sister as well. For the moment, she simply had to make her best effort to get the guy away from them peacefully.
After that little debacle, though, the rest of the day's trip went relatively uneventfully. She occasionally exchanged a few polite words with the other party members when someone stumbled, or when the group stopped to rest for a while, but overall it was a pretty quiet day. It was a relief to hear the waves as midday approached, though, and the group came into sight of a port town. It was a different port than the one she and her sister had arrived at, but it didn't seem all too different at first glance. Boats coming and going, or tied up at the docks. Merchants loading or offloading goods, shops selling their wares, and a couple of children running together and playing. It was... nice.
Koreal rested for a moment in the shade under a shop's awning, letting the cool sea breeze toss her hair about her face and fill her lungs with the familiar salty scent of the ocean. The group began to disperse around town, some heading for the beach and others for the various shops in the area. Koreal didn't particularly want to buy anything, but she knew she ought to pick up some extra supplies for their trip before she went to the beach. With a sigh and a grunt, she picked her spear up from where she'd let it rest for a moment against the wall behind her, and set out to find a store. Before she found one, though, she spotted something else. Or rather, some
one else. Since she was no longer focused on traveling, she figured it was due time to talk to her 'kidnapper', and finally get his name.
"Hey," she called out as she walked up to him. "I never got your name. And, uh... thanks for trying to help me, I guess." She coughed a little, and glanced up at the sky for a moment. "I... I can't lie, I probably did need to at least take a breather. But next time, maybe don't come out of nowhere and distract me while I'm fighting, heh."
'I know I got lucky last night. There's no denying that I could have gotten hurt much worse... but I need to do better. I need to get to the point where I don't have to rely on luck.' Her last sentence was not entirely in her head, but a low mumble. Maybe he'd heard, and maybe he hadn't, but either way, Koreal wasn't going to let him get away with not giving his name this time.
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