Kiera listens to her companions troubled tones, she knows all too well the horrors and banality of war. The sheer violence directed against those unable to mount a defence before they are cut down makes her face flush with anger, but she quells it before it is noticed by the others.
Looking to Xerxes she nods at his predictions, their being here is a call for battle in its own way.
Gazing out to the field of carnage she rests a hand on Tristan's shoulder and watches Baja dart about the field attempting to collect the tiny lizards. "It is time we moved on, perhaps we can make our way to some semblance of civilization before the laboring heat of the day finds us again. There is nothing we can do for these dead, and we are well enough provisioned for now."
Looking to Xerxes she nods at his predictions, their being here is a call for battle in its own way.
Gazing out to the field of carnage she rests a hand on Tristan's shoulder and watches Baja dart about the field attempting to collect the tiny lizards. "It is time we moved on, perhaps we can make our way to some semblance of civilization before the laboring heat of the day finds us again. There is nothing we can do for these dead, and we are well enough provisioned for now."
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