[center][color=aquamarine][h1] Nyma [/h1][/color][/center]

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[center][h3][i][u] Day 5: Early Morning [/u][/i][/h3][/center]

As soon as the very crack of dawn had begun to shine through the sky, Nyma had arisen from her restful sleep with a purpose on her mind: get started on weapons and finish this task in good time. She had even tried to nudge her prior day's companion awake, though had left him after that to get started. Hopefully he would join in to help, or if not then at least she felt she'd be prepared. 

If she and this other new guy were going to be trying to hunt and explore this place, they first needed suitable weapons. She had taken the sharp rocks, their jagged edges and all, and used them to start sharpening the sticks she had acquired. Flexible, but strong, young enough as trees to be easily plucked up, but hardy enough to be made into a solid wood weapon in her mind. It would be good experience, though she'd only bring one of these weapons out to explore/hunt. Having spares stashed away to use later, especially if the main weapon broke, was be a valuable thing as well in her mind. 

Though as she was going about this task, hoping to pass the time to finish this as soon as possible so she and her seeming compatriot in this could leave the cave, the young female goblin looked over to the elder Goblin that was in the cave as well. There was perhaps one way to go about killing some time as she went about her task, and benefit at the same time. Listening to anything this old Goblin could tell her, and the other guy if he was up, would be....potentially useful in her mind. A better understanding of this forest and its contents were at least a start to getting a better grasp on things. 

[color=aquamarine]"Hey, i guess we might not be the first two goblins who woke up here? Where are the others, and can you tell us the sort of information they maybe asked you about before as well? Like if there are gods out there, or similar things?"[/color] the young female goblin said aloud, calling to the older figure in a calm, but curiosity-laced, tone that did not hold back on her interest in things, [color=aquamarine]"And, er....are there anything like spirits of the forest or such things around here too that could be found?"[/color]

Somewhere inside of her, Nyma felt almost a tug, like the loose end of a rope wanting to attach to its other half. Being in the forest the other day, even briefly for a time, had left her feeling a little closer to fulfilling that feeling. Like a pull towards nature, just not the trees....when what could it be? Spirits of nature or something? The idea of spirits and gods and such did not feel new to her, as if she had known such words before or they had been programmed into her, but the knowledge of them, what they were, if they existed, and the like beyond that was far from her understanding. Though to her, it was better to ask and get the understanding sooner than later if this old goblin knew a thing or two. 

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