[center][h2] Nor Saxon [/h2][/center]

I look at Gida, a surprised look beneath my helmet. To Temari, I say, “Perhaps we should go find them. Make sure they are okay.”

[center][h2] Gida Saxon [/h2][/center]

“They’re Mando’ade, Nor. I’m sure they are fine.” After a pause, I catch the way that Nor’easter head is cocked. I realize he is glaring at me, and I shiver slightly. I always hated the way he did that; even when we were kids. It was a look that said ‘I’m about to hit you’. Quickly, I straighten up. “Or... you know. Maybe they might need a hand. This is a big place, like you said. Maybe they got lost.”