A/N: Yes!!! I know my OC is sue-ish you if you want her not to be then PM me some good flaws!!!! I'll try to put some in this chapter! Happy??? And this is my first fanfic, by the way, Pumpernickel HighRise, but your flames rock! (Yes I'm weird) More flames are welcome though.
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Chapter 2
By the time Jill had finally showed Wendy to her assigned tent, it was about an hour before sunset. During her so-called tour, Jill fired away questions as fast as a lightning. Wendy chuckled at her behavior. Jill hopping like an excited puppy and talking so fast without taking a breath was a sight to see. Fortunately, Jill would remember to point out different areas of the camp like the mess hall, General Ike's tent, and the general area in which the laguz' tents were.
Wendy was surprised at that. Not so much of the fact that the laguz stayed separated from the beorcs, there was still tension between the races, but for the fact there were willing and sane laguz in the army. "Well, I should have expected as much," Wendy thought as she settled inside her tent. "Crimea and Gallia are allies. It would make sense that he would send Princess Crimea some aid." She took out a small, black leather notebook out of an inner pocket of her cloak before throwing it next to the sleeping bed. In her notebook, Wendy recorded everything she knew that was in someway related to strategizing and tactics. She was a bit of an info-freak. She wanted to know everything so in case something unexpected was to happening, she would know exactly what to do.
Flipping through the pages, Wendy skimmed through her little notebook to see is she had any information on laguz beside the basics. No suck luck. "I should have expected as much," she thought, walking over to her cloak. Going through the black folds, she replaced her notebook in a hidden pocket near the left sleeve. Both the notebook and the cloak were the exact same colour so it would go unnoticed by those who might be looking.
"This will be an excellent chance for new info," Wendy thought, rubbing her hands together in glee. She was always happy when a chance for new information. She could use it for battle plans, blackmail, extortion, and many other things. Despite how she looked and acted, Wendy was an opportunist that would use every bit of information at her disposal. If that didn't work, a little thievery wouldn't hurt…. "No, I'm not a thief anymore," Wendy sternly reminded herself. That was her old life…
"Hey! What do you think supper is?" A voice called outside her tent. Wendy snapped back into reality. It was getting close to supper and she had promised to meet Jill in the mess hall before supper began.
"How could I lose track of time?" Wendy thought, rushing out of her tent. Walking quickly towards the mess hall, Wendy felt the cold evening wind blow against her legs. "Idiot, you left your cloak in your tent," she scolded herself under her breath. Through the freezing winds, Wendy kept her composure as she hurried to the mess hall to meet Jill. "At least the sunset's beautiful," Wendy thought, taking a quick look at the sky. The sun was slowly slipping behind the Daein mountains turning the sky brilliant shades of orange, red and pink. Wendy probably would have taking a minute or two to stare at the glorious sunset but she would rather not freeze to death on an empty stomach. She doubled her pace and half-walked, half-ran the rest of the way to mess hall.
Upon entering mess hall, Wendy was hit by a cloud of warm air. "That felt good…" she thought dreamily as she slowed her pace. Absorbing to the warmth of the tent, Wendy looked around the room to she if she could spot Jill. All around her soldiers were laughing and bellowing at each other. Wendy winced, "I think I'll going to go deaf," she thought. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Jill waving at her. Wendy gave a smile in return and made her over to Jill's table.
Beside Jill, Wendy say a young, chestnut-haired girl abut 13 to 14 years old. Her hair was about shoulder length that curled just a bit at the end. She was wearing a short-sleeved yellow top with yellow lining. It could be a dress but Wendy was about to look under the table to find out.
When Wendy was comfortably seated, Jill said, "Wendy, this is Mist. She's Ike's sister. Mist this is Wendy. She's a friend of mine."
The girl Mist held out her hand, "Nice to meet you, Miss Wendy."
"Hmm, she looks nothing like Ike," Wendy thought as she shook Mist hand. Then she replied, "It's a pleasure, and please don't call me 'miss.' It makes me feel old." She gave Mist a small grin.
Mist took back her hand and smiled. "I heard that brother has made you the new tactician. Did you know that Soren, our regular tactician, was injured so badly in the last battle that he has yet to wake?"
"No, I didn't," Wendy lied. She had heard General Ike say that the army's regular tactician was unable to enter battle which signified that he was injured, but if Mist didn't know she knew, she might give a bit more information.
"Well, in the last battle, surprise reinforcements arrived at the rear where Soren was. Before any of us could reach him, the enemy got to him. We were lucky to get there before they could trample him." Mist hung her head. "I tried to heal him but I just wasn't skilled enough…"
"Supper's on!" a voice called. Everyone in the mess hall stood up immediately and rushed to the food.
"Come on!" yelled Jill, she was already halfway to the line, "If you slow pokes don't hurry up, there won't be any food left.
Mist and Wendy quickly got out of their seats and ran to join the already fast-forming line. Wendy began to notice that the room was filled with delicious scents all coming from one direction. "That must be some cook this army's got," Wendy thought, anxious to get her first meal in this army before all the food was gone. Looking around, she noticed that there were no laguz in the mess hall. She brought up the question with Mist, who was in front of her. "The laguz don't really eat with us. Many people here are still uncomfortable with them being around."
"I shouldn't expect everything to be perfect." Wendy thought. Still, she sighed. It would be nice if it were… Then she waited to get her supper.
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After supper, Wendy walked around the camp, familiarizing herself with the camp grounds and members. To her surprise, she was welcomed with little suspicion. It seemed that everyone was used to having new people join at random times. There was a good variety of members, both in personalities and skills. She had already met Mia, a cheery sword master, Rolf, the archer "prodigy," Marcia, the hilarious falcon knight, and her gambling clown-faced brother…. Malvok? There was Kieran, the boastful red Crimean knight and Oscar who was also a Crimean knight and was that excellent cook.
Wendy brain was working at high speed. With so many different units, so many different battle plans and strategies could be carried out. This Soren person was lucky to have so much to work with. "I should get back to my tent and start drawing up those plans…" Wendy thought. Just as she was about to make her way to her tent, Wendy remembered two things. The first thing was that in this army, there were laguz. The second thing was that she new next to nothing about there abilities.
Wendy sighed. Hopefully, there won't be a battle on the morrow. Not knowing the abilities of your units was one of the worst things for a tactician. If you overestimate one's abilities, you could accidentally send then to their death. On the other hand, if you underestimate one's abilities, you could cause the death of another unit that could have been saved.
"They're not gods," Wendy reminded herself. She had heard about how ferocious and strong laguz were but everyone had weaknesses. Also, she didn't even know what kinds of laguz were in this army. She was pretty sure that there were probably only laguz from the beast tribes but there was always a chance that there were laguz from other tribes. "That would be wonderful," Wendy thought.
Wendy then realized that she was standing in the middle of camp, in the dark. She quickly started walking towards her tent. Tomorrow, she would meet these laguz.
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A/N I'm sorry that took so long to update! And it's soooo short!!! I don't know how to spell Marcia's brother's name…. R&R!
