Fiera’s eyes were fluttering as she stood night guard. Having a color scheme so dark one might be excused for calling her a Kra-matoran, she was often assigned to the night shift. Something her body unfortunately did not agree on. Most awake matoran belonged in the light! She had her blade before her, tip planted against the ground and resting her hands and chin on the handle as she struggled to maintain her vigil, glaring at the treeline beyond the wall, as if daring something to come out and try its best. The matoran of Avsa Nui were hardened survivors, not the creatures used to comfort like their cousins from Metru Nui.

Sweet relief came in the form of the rising sun and the day guard arriving to take their shift. Fiera was lookong forward to the upcoming break in her shifts and recovering her sleep cycle. [i][color=cc4444]All I have to do is to get home… Which is across the entire Koro. Great. Maybe I can just crash under a tree somewhere.[/color][/i] She thought as she started her long trek home. In her half-asleep daze, she turned the corner and stumbled into someone just leaving their home, failing to keep her balance as she flailed around and ended up on the floor. [color=cc4444]”Oof. Sorry. Are you allright?”[/color] she asked as she sat up and adjusted her skewed mask, wondering what poor sod she just bulldozed.