Note: Okay, now for this. Emotastic and a reminder of the fact that I can't write without having an original character! *headdesk* Let us go on.
A blank stare took over her face.
"Killer…" The voice had returned. Growling low to herself, she smacked the back of her sword against her wrist. No time to feel pitiful.
Not now.
She propped herself back up against the tree, in contemplation. There was no way to get from the village to the capital from a north route, which was the only way that wasn't blocked off from her.
The east way was blocked off by rubble of what was a bank. No money there, for whatever reason.
The west way was heavily guarded, only for her.
And south lay where she had just come from; where Naan had been lost.
Her mouth forming back into a grim line, Puko glanced back down to her side. Tumne was still asleep, and less likely to wake up now.
Puko turned away again now, unable to look at his cold, shaking figure. The moon hid its head under the cloudy sheets as she stared up into the bed of blue skies. It seemed so shameful and afraid, like it was going to die.
Maybe the moon would die.
She finally decided then—theft was better than death. She would go north, reach the Fire Capital by whatever means necessary, "make" her own money, and do it all while surviving.
And she'd do it all without Naan this time. The voice now returned, lacing an arm around her shoulder.
"Rest in peaceful pieces, friend."