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Atlanta:
"No, I can leave..." Fi'hai says, hanging his head. "But I don't want to..."

Moriah:
The woman nods. The caravan starts moving as everyone gets aboard the wagons.

Everyone:
If you're ready, we can move on.

Manra barely nods, though is certain for now, there are three of the group for sure she does not want to be close to for a while: Moriah, Maxwell, and Atlanta for obvious reasons, Atlanta being put on there just recently for her line about her 'unsatisfactory kill'
(OffOf Caffeine:One. I fricking hate V Day, so i basically turned my back to all roleplays and facebook yesterday, and basically everything but writing stories. Nothing personal. It's just a VERY nasty, sick and twisted day for me. Two. Manra is ready if the others are.)

I walk back over to the group, closing my eyes, more out of habit then actual need, and start doing some deep breathing as I begin to reflect upon htis battle, being the first time I had actually taken a human life. I kneel down beside the body of the person I killed and speak a small prayer to the spirits to carry his soul away safely.
"I know not why you attacked me. If it was malice, my you be judged fairly, and if it was from desperation, may the life beyond free you from such worldly despairs."
Once I finish, I stand up, ready to continue forth. Manra might think I'm a ruthless killer, but I hope eventually she'll see the truth that I'm not. Either way, there is very little I can say to sway her mind right now; I must uphold honor with action.

Everyone:
You continue on your path to the Neutral Roads. Once on the Neutral Roads, you head south. You travel a total of three and a half miles. You arrive in a stretch of rough terrain. Here, you find a camp. These people are all visibly unarmed, with all of their swords and such piled in the back of their wagons. You realize that these are traveling merchants, all of whom have banded together to help each other get across the rough terrain. Their horses look tired as hell. As you approach, they all stand up.
"Who goes there?" one calls.
Mihi'o brushes all of you aside and stands imposingly before the merchants.
"We are the last hope for the Legionary Holdings' survival," she says. "We are the Original Rings and their current Bearers."
"Get out of my face!"
The merchant tries to punch Mihi'o, but she simply steps aside and encases him in darkness. After a bout of verbal assaults, the merchants calm down and welcome you to their after Mihi'o lets the one go. After talking with them for a bit, you find that they are also headed south, to the Water Legion's territory. Perhaps you can hitch a ride with them? However, that is a question for the morning...



Everyone:
When you wake up, you all find yourselves with your Spirits. Some are in the Spirits' embrace, others are embracing their Spirits, and still others are just lying near their Spirits. The merchants are on the other side of the fire, getting ready for the day. Moriah is surrounded by Mashai'i, Silla, and Hahai'i. All of the other groups are a single bearer and their respective Spirits.
You may declare in what way you are with your Spirits, or simply ignore this and move on.

I had refused to let Fi'hai cuddle with me, thus, I was simply laying next to him. I look over and poke him in the side with my one of my clawed fingers.

I wake up with my arms around Shitai'ei. Assuming that the others will want to leave quickly, I let go of Shitai'ei and stretch. I then prop myself up on my shoulder and stroke Shitai'ei's hair. "Good morning." I say to her.

Marco slowly opens his eyes and rubs them then looks at her holding him and blushes bright red.

"Go-good morning Nash." he said, a bit confused to how he ended up like this and ignoring the "runt" part.