01-18-2015, 11:03 PM
Kumara was wallowing in her food, deep in thought, when her nose twitched at the smell of wounds. It brought back images from the past night and she shuddered. Her silver eyes glimpsed up in time to see a man walk past the room she was in. Where he was going, she wasn't sure but the smell of wounds permeated from him. Could he be a refugee like herself? Indecision rang through her mind as she looked down at her food, considering abandoning the hot meal to chase after the man. Perhaps he had seen the same horrors as she. The thought, while it didn't please Kumara, called to her.
With a heavy sigh, Kumara pushed away from her hot meal and treaded after the male. He looked like he came from a tribe not much different from hers. And to her eyes, he appeared to be a warrior. She was not one. While she could wield her weapons well enough, she was rather a healer of sorts. Maybe he could use that attention while she tried to get information out of him.
Kumara trotted up to him, afraid to lose him from her sight. She nearly faltered with her words but she managed to get them out. "Hello... I'm Kumara. I come from a clan not too far from here that faced recent... tragedy. May I ask your name?"
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