[center][hider=OOC]Maglar gave me permission to post again since he'll be a bit busy[/hider][/center]
[color=ed145b]"Hello? Hellooo?"[/color] Sarah calls out looking around the village, trying to find someone, [i]anyone[/i]. [color=ed145b]"Is there anyone here? Anyone at all?"[/color]

Silence. Not a creature stirring, no motion, no sign of life. Somehow, she doesn't think that's natural. No matter where she looks, she can't find anyone. What stops her is a sense of urgency to find this mysterious Kensu - but more importantly, the new, unpleasant sensation of sharp, throbbing pain in her feet.

She stops, sitting down on a nearby convenient stair, and studies her sore, dirty feet. She'd been walking since she woke from the capsule, and walking all the way barefoot on tender soles is rather unpleasant, she notes. She needs to find something to cover them, especially if she has a long way to go, which she probably does. She also notes her simple tunic, the only thing she was wearing during her long stasis sleep. It's not dirty or worn, but she blushes at the idea of going around wearing nothing but this. Better get some better clothes. Then her stomach rumbles, and she experiences her first brush with hunger. Some food is necessary, then.

The clothes were easy to find; the house she stopped at had a small but suitable wardrobe with a short dress, a cloak, and some spare clothes. It takes her a few minutes to change into her new clothes, mostly out of guilt the people living here would come in and find her ransacking their stuff. She isn't sure what they'd think, but something in her said it's probably impolite to take people's belongings without their permission, especially if they're away. Even though she lucks out and finds a good(ish) fit, and even a decent pair of boots, guilt is constantly nagging her in the back of her head. She promises herself that if she ever gets the chance, she'll repay these people for what she borrowed. She really needs it right now, but that's no reason to be rude, right?

Once properly clothed, food becomes a higher priority, especially as her hunger pangs have grown stronger, her body managing to recover enough from her sleep to properly process its biological functions. Again, luck favors her - there's a strong scent drawing her to the courtyard, one that smells weird but... very [i]delicious[/i]. Sniffing about, she follows the scent, and finds some fish hanging over a fire. It's strange; she knows these things by name, but not by experience. Matching cold fact to living reality was strange, but pleasant. She kneels to the fire, pleased by the warmth it radiates - then pulls back with a squeal as she gets too close and burns a finger. She sucks on the finger to soothe it, an instinctive act, before taking it out and studying the burn. Fortunately, it was only a very slight burn, the pinkish skin a warning. Having taken the lesson to heart, she turns her attention to the fish, the source of the delightful smell, something which her hungry belly loudly demands.

She picks up one of the wood skewers, careful to avoid getting burnt again, and making sure to hold the cooler spots. She prods the fish to see if it's hot, cools it a bit by breathing on it, then nibbles on it to see if it's cooled down enough. Finding the taste delightful, she starts digging in with vigor, practically devouring the fish. She only stops when she feels herself bite on something hard. Reaching inside her mouth, she manages to pull out a fishbone. She proceeds to eat more carefully after that - and then manages to demolish a couple more fish rather efficiently. She buries the bones in the dirt, takes a few more fish and wraps them in some cloth, all the while guilt panging her again about stealing someone's food now, and goes to wash her hands and face in a nearby pool.

Going to the center of the village, she finds a map on a board, one with features and landmarks she recognizes from her walk. The only other feature left on the island was a skull-shaped cave, something that gave her a shiver despite the warm sun. Seems like that's the only place to go, so she notes the direction, takes a deep breath, and walks to the new destination. Much as she still feels guilty from borrowing the boots, she's glad she brought them along; the path seems to be a bit long.
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Traveling clothes & Boots!
Cloak!
Food! (Roast Fish)
Memorized map!
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