As Kyra kept watch, she heard Torag speak to her... She thinks. They haven't really had an actual conversation before, mostly because the old man speaks in riddles and makes Kyra have to translate what he says into common. Though strong-willed and generally a good judge of character, Kyra wasn't exactly educated. She preferred listening and interpreting stories and legends over book reading. It was just too boring for her. Thus she wasn't sure if Torag was trying to be wise, intellectual, or just senile. Fortunately for him, Kyra did take the moment to try to understand what he was getting at. He wanted to know how Kyra could act so brave in the face of this much catastrophe. Probably?

[color=pink]"You'll have to forgive me, grandfather. My mind isn't in the right place to interpret riddles at the moment. If you ask if I am scared, I am. I truly am. Please do not be offended, but you travelers may not understand... This is my home. I may be young, but I have already made the decision that I shall live and die in this village, and that I will do everything in my power to make sure it is prosperious while I breath. Seeing such chaos undo so many generations of work it... It frightens me. Like a violent storm that can even strip stone into sand, it feels like a force of nature that I cannot stop. That dark, evil side within the hearts of men that no amount of prayer or wishes can ever vanquish. And yet..."[/color]

Kyra bit her lip as she turned her head to look directly at Torag. [color=pink]"This dark and evil side is just as natural as goodness and light. To pretend that one can exist without the other is childish naivety. I won't deny my fear. I... I embrace it. I use it to fuel my anger. To see such horrifying things happen to all I love... I need that fear to make me strong. So that my hatred guides my arrows and powers my spells, and allow me to strike down these infidels."[/color] Kyra said quietly, so that only she and Torag could hear. In the back of her mind she knew this kind of thinking went against the ideals and thought of her teachings; she was suppose to show mercy and understanding, to be able to bring harmony between the forces of the wild and civilization. To create a bond between the nature and man. Yet at the same time, she has seen the strength and the feral wilderness; she remembers the viciousness and brutality found outside the cities and laws of civilization.

Nature was not peaceful. It was not kind. It cares very little for those in it, neither beast or mortal. Even those created by nature would suffer openly by her whims. It was that part of nature, and of Chauntae, that Kyra was tapping into. Most would not consider Chauntea a warlike god and Kyra would agree wholeheartedly. But just as the sun can create warmth and light, it can also burn it's enemies into cinder. Just as the ocean provides fish and bounty, it can also crush and rip apart any creature misfortune enough to underestimate it's current. The wind can be a gentle breeze or a roaring tornado. Even roses have their thorns. Kyra may be a mere priestess of Chauntea, but a helpless victim she is not.

[color=pink]"We should focus on the task at hand. Keep an eye out for trouble."[/color]