Standing on the hill, with a suitably wide enough plateau to camp for at least one night, Esailia started for the far side, shield raised and sword at the ready. She didn't respond quite yet to Ayane as her gaze flickered across the landscape for any possible moving shadows....it still irked her that they'd not yet seen any sign of animal life, intelligent or not. After nearly two minutes of gazing out, Esailia finally turned back to the party and nodded towards Ayane.

"[b][color=8dc73f]Sounds good. I'll check for any standing torches while I'm getting the stuff for the fire. We need rocks for the edge and if there isn't any, wood for fire to begin with.[/color][/b]" The soldier proceeded to the wagon. She glared at Victor as she passed, but said nothing. There was so much to say that it couldn't all be said that night...

[i][color=fdc68a]"A fine young woman, and so well disciplined. I am proud to have been your mentor, Esailia." The man said, clapping a hand on the girl's shoulder, clad in her dress uniform. "Passed all my tests with flying colors, and not a scratch on you."[/color][/i]

Esailia's furred ear twitched. [i]Why did that memory pop into my head? I don't think anyone could keep a level head when confronted with someone who stole their entire life from them...[/i] The Mithhra shook her head, the tip of her tail now twitching regularly as she rummaged through crates in the wagon.