mountain_sage | 002 [Written/Action]

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002 [Written/Action]

[This is totally unfiltered, because Saleh hasn't learned how to filter yet.]

Luceti…a world entirely separate from Magvel. Unbelievable. I still don't understand how I wound up here.

It's been three days. I haven't eaten at all since I've been here. I should find the village soon, as this hunger is beginning to take its toll.

[With the weather finally cleared, Saleh has finally come down from the mountains and is now dragging himself through the forest due west as directed by Ephraim. Climbing down the mountain is an exhausting feat, even for one who lives in the mountains. Between that and the hunger, Saleh's strength is almost depleted. Luckily, he spots a river nearby and makes a beeline for it. He falls to his knees, dropping the journal on the ground beside him, opening it. And then he gathers the water into his hands and drinks it eagerly. He'll repeat the drinking from his hands, catching his breath in between.]

[Are there any New Feather stations nearby? Will anyone help out a hungry New Feather?]

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You haven't found the village in three days? Did you awaken in the desert?

[He'll switch to voice, because he's too exhausted to write.]

I awoke in the mountains, and waited for the rain to stop before moving.

...oh.

[Pauses, hears the running water.]

If you follow the river upstream, you will reach town soon. But I've seen small stations for New Feathers around the forest, too. Maybe you should rest in one of those, first.

Very well.

May I ask your name, milady?

My name is Terra Branford. Do you think you'll need to go to the clinic?

I'll be fine. I just need to eat...and rest.

I am Saleh.

It's nice to meet you. If you can't find those stations or get to town on your own, let me know. I'll try to help.

Thank you.

[To heck with writing. And sorry Saleh, he's not going to be gentle.]

THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN DOING FOR THREE DAYS?!

...Vooooooooiiii.

[He's not pleased with it, but he puts it aside. He certainly won't return the loud tone.]

Waiting for the rain to stop.

Whaaaat? Afraid you were gonna melt?

I like to take care of my health, sir.

...which is why you're starving. Good job.

Unfortunately, food is scarce in those mountains.

[Pity? Tch. Pity is for losers.]

Fucking hell! Do you have no survival instincts?! When there's no food, you walk to find some or chew on some damn pine needles.

[At least he knows better than to expect pity from the likes of you. But regardless of the attitude, the advice itself is appreciated.]

...Thank you.

[Getting up and walking now, journal in hand.]

Whatever. You obviously need all the help you can get.

[voice]

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Three days? That's-... [She seems to think that's ridiculous, but not on his part. Was the Welcome Center really floudering this much in her absence? She liked to think they were competent...]

I'll find you. If you could, would you hold up the journal facing out and pan around you in a circle? It'll be easier for me to figure out your location.

I'm beside a river, east of the village.

[Regardless, Saleh does as he's asked, panning the journal around him to show her his surroundings.]

[If he knew where the village was, why was he having so much trouble finding it?]

On my way.

[She's supposed to be resting, but a New Feather in need is much more important.

Timeskip? You'll see her approaching, a bundle in her hand.]

[It's not so much having trouble finding it as it is merely walking a long ways to get there on an empty stomach.]

[Saleh stands to face her.]

Good day.

I brought this. [She offers the bundle. Inside it is a large bread-roll, a chunk of cheese, some meat that resembles ham, and a couple of cookies from the bakery.]

[He promptly takes the bundle and sits down to eat.]

You have my gratitude. And you are?

Martel. And yourself? [She'll remain standing, but not impatiently.]

I am called Saleh.

[He'll pause and look up. Somehow he feels guilty for letting her stand and watch him.]

Is something troubling you?

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