Far From Home

[Malia]

The wind blew through the village houses. The leader of the Trishana Clan made her way to the medical tent. She had been summoned by the healer; their guest was awake. Malia was not sure how she had gotten injured, or why someone from Trikru was this far from their territory, but she was going to find out. They were on good terms with Trikru, otherwise they would not have treated her wounds and set her up on a comfortable bed. She would have been kept in a cell for interrogation. Malia was not too concerned that the warrior had been scouting out a route for battle, but she wanted to make sure that there was not any trouble. Perhaps she had just gotten lost. Now, a warrior getting lost in her own territory and wandering out of its boundaries was not likely, but she had gotten this far from her home, therefore perhaps it was possible. She was planning on finding out.


Malia pushed her way through the tent's entrance, nodding a greeting at the healer. She had a quick discussion about their visitor's health and then she went to see the girl for herself. She stood by the doorway as she looked inside, studying the girl. Her warriors had found her near the boarder, injured and unconscious. If she had gotten into a fight with their neighbors, she needed to know. If tensions were rising between the Clans, she needed to know. She had to keep her own Clan safe. She knew that the focus was mostly on the Mountain Men and planning on how to defeat them, giving someone a chance to launch an attack when they were all preoccupied. She cleared her throat to get the girl's attention and began to speak.


"You have gotten quite far from your home. I would like to know why you have traveled this far."


The girl was obviously wearing Trikru clothes, so she must be from that Clan. She waited for the girl's response as she watched her, studying her expression. 


Tagged: Octavia Blake

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[Octavia Blake]

It was supposed to be a simple mission. Indra had sent her and Penn with a message for Trishanakru. Mount Weather was becoming more of a threat every day, and it was becoming clear that the clans needed to get involved. Indra had sent her with a preliminary message for Trishanakru to discuss the matter and made Penn go with her. It felt a lot like babysitting, but at least for now, Octavia knew better than to complain. She still had a lot to prove to Indra, and she intended to do just that.

Close to the border, they were attacked. Still learning how to differentiate one clan from another, she wasn't sure who attacked them. She slipped into her warrior mode, calling on everything Lincoln and Indra had taught her. She felt so alive when she was fighting, like she had finally found the thing that she was meant to do. All of her life, she hadn't excelled at anything really, mostly because she hadn't been given much change. But out here, with a weapon in her hand, she felt free. She felt strong. Despite all of that, a spear caught her in the side and a fist exploded across her face, and all went dark.

Now, she awoke in a place she was sure she had never been before. Fabric rippled above her in wind she couldn't feel, and it smelled different. She wasn't in Tondc, and she wasn't beneath the trees she had last seen, so where was she? A voice spoke nearby, and Octavia turned her head in that direction. It was a woman, one she didn't recognize. She was clearly a Grounder, with long brown hair and an intense gaze. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable under that gaze and tried to sit up, sending a bolt of white hot pain along her side. She cried out involuntarily and sank back down onto the cot.

The words spoken to her took several moments to sink into Octavia's brain. They were Grounder words, the language bother familiar and unfamiliar. She brows furrowed for a moment while her foggy brain extracted their meaning, then relaxed. "I had a mission," she responded with a little effort. Clearing her throat, she continued in a stronger voice. "Where am I? Where's the man - Penn - that I was with?" Not everyone was a friend of Trikru, and saying too much could get her into trouble. She didn't understand much about clan politics except to know that everything was complicated, and friends and foes weren't always fixed.

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Tag: Malia

[Malia]

"You should stay lying down," Malia suggested as the girl struggled to get up. "You have taken quite a hit to the head and you do not want to tear your stitches."


The corners of Malia's lips tilted into a slight frown at the girl's words. 
"My warriors did not find a man with you." She flicked her fingers in a hand signal the healer's assistant nodded and left. "I will have them go back to the place they found you and look closer."


She studied the Trikru girl closely. "What kind of mission?" she asked, but doubted she would tell her. Either way, she would interrogate her properly if necessary. Malia would get the answers she wanted out of her. "What is your name?" She did not think that she would recognize the girl's name, but she wanted to know it anyways. "Do you remember what happened to you? You got hurt some how. The wound in your side looks like one from a spear." Malia should know; she tended to use a spear over any other weapon. 


She nodded at the water beside the bed. "Drink. You could use it." She could hear in the girl's voice that she was dehydrated and needed a drink of water. It would help her get her strength back. 


She continued to study the girl, watching her expressions and her slight movements, trying to decide if she was an enemy or not. Once she found out what her intentions here was, she would find out. 


Tagged: Octavia Blake

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[Octavia Blake]

Octavia listened to the woman when she advised her not to move, but at the mention of stitches, instinctively reached down to touch her painful side. She flinched, but felt the bumpy string and cut flesh that was there. She ignored the urge to look at it and see. She wasn't a healer, but she bet that how well they'd worked on healing her depending on how much of a threat they though she could be.

"He's probably gone," Octavia muttered in English when the woman said they hadn't found anyone. Of course Penn was gone. Maybe killed, but probably not. Octavia had seen him fight, and he was good. Most likely, he got away and left her there. Had he actually told Indra what happened, and Trikru went to look for her? Or had he considered her lost and left it at that? She still hadn't gotten that far toward proving herself to anyone, and while she was sure Indra would look for her - or at least send someone to - she wasn't sure about anyone else.

When the woman asked about the mission, Octavia rubbed her sore head to buy a moment from answering. She couldn't trust this woman yet, not until she understood who she was and where she was. At the second question, she considered a moment before deciding it was safe to answer. Clans were large enough that it had to be impossible to know everyone's name in a neighboring one. "Octavia," she responded. She knew enough of the clans to know that you usually gave the clan name too, but she still wasn't sure where she was. "It is from a spear. The two of us were attacked. They came out of nowhere."

Octavia glanced at the water when it was offered. She was so thirsty - but she probably shouldn't. Anything could be in there. Yet... if they wanted her to die, they had lots of chances to make that happen. They could kill her wide awake in this bed and she probably couldn't stop them, so the water was probably safe. She lifted it, adjusted herself painfully, and took a long drink. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at the woman again. "So you found me alone? Where am I, and who are you? How do I know that it wasn't your people that attacked us?"

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Tag: Malia

[Malia]

Malia listened to the girl's quiet words in Gonasleng, but didn't say anything to her in response to it. Why did she think that the man she had been with, Penn, she had said, was gone? Gone as in dead, or gone as in he had left? Could he be in Trishana territory or by the border? 


"Octavia," Malia repeated, trying out the name. "You are of Trikru, yes?" She watched her closely. "I am Malia. Who are 'they'? The ones that attacked you. Do you know if they came from a particular Clan or if they were outcasts?" 


Malia watched her drink the water approvingly. "My warriors found you alone. You are in Mia Te Mak, our capital village. My people would not have attacked you unless you clearly posed a threat to our Clan. But you are of Trikru, our allies. They would not have attacked you. It could not have been them." 


Tagged: Octavia Blake

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