Snippet #1526667

Faera had nearly drifted off to sleep again (why she felt like sleeping so much right now, she was not sure), when the sound of someone approaching pulled her fully back to wakefulness. A voice that she recognized as belonging to the person she was supposed to be watching for sounded, and Fae nodded. "Um... yes. At least I think it was." She still couldn't remember exactly what had happened, nor did she recall Kisikoni even being there, but really that was unsurprising given the amount of people that had been around. "Is it normal to not know for sure?" she asked, without a hint of the shame that she probably would have felt had she known the exact reason for her present state of partial amnesia.

There was something she was supposed to do... oh right! "Also, Tala said to give you this if you came by. It tastes awful, but I had a headache this morning and now I don't, so I guess that's what it's for..." she realized she did not know exactly where the measured dose of the remedy was, and moved her hands about slowly, patting along the ground until she found it. "Ah. Here it is." she placed it on the ground again in his general direction and smiled.

Now that she was not quite so sleepy anymore, Fae was alerted to the news going about camp about when they were marching. Obviously, whether they traveled at night or during the day was irrelevant in the extreme to her, but she wondered if there was a reason for it. Maybe the people in charge had just gotten sick of waiting around? No, that was unlikely- she doubted that boredom was a valid reason to move an entire vanguard. That was what they were called, right? A vanguard? Apparently the black one, specifically. Was there also a red one? Why were they named for colors? All legion armor was black, she had been told, not that she really knew what that meant.

Her thoughts wandered absently like this for a time, and it occurred to her that maybe she should say something else, since she had a guest, but honestly she didn't know what. Silence had never really bothered her, and she wasn't in the slightest bit uncomfortable simply sitting here, soaking in the sun-warmth and thinking unimportant thoughts to herself. It was nice sometimes, to not have to constantly concern oneself with weighty things.

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It was not a respite that Neira knew.

The nightmarian was presently (having shed her outer robes after all) wandering about the clearing on her hands. It was not something that looked all that serious, truth be told, but it wasn't like anyone was around to get smart about it. Even if someone had been and did, she would have sucker-punched them anyway, and that was almost guaranteed to hurt too much to make cheek worthwhile. Oh right, she was supposed to be trying to cut back on the aggressive thoughts. Easier said than done, Thanaros, you too-patient freak of nature. She didn't miss the irony in thinking of him as the odd one, but she also didn't care, so whatever.

Righting herself gracefully, Neira debated trying to increase her flight capabilities while she was at it. The idea was all well and good, but she'd probably want to seek advice from someone who knew a bit about that first. Maybe that harpy, Alistair, would be able to help. He seemed like the type who could dispense annoyingly sage wisdom about, well... just about anything. Seriously, the guy needed to learn how to say fuck off. He'd end up being camp therapist someday otherwise. The thought was enough to make her shudder involuntarily. She didn't know how anyone would be able to deal with that.

Okay... katas first, then meditation. Or maybe both at the same time; she needed to integrate. This would be so much more effective if she had a living target. Oh well, beggars couldn't be choosers, and while she never begged for a damn thing, the idiom was close enough. Solidity... connect to the ground. Immovable stone. Her master had been fond of nature metaphors for some reason. In fact, they pretty much persisted throughout everything she had taught her. She personally found it a little ridiculous, but hell, at this point she'd try most anything. Solid stone and flowing water it was.