"Stop asking that. We'll get there when we get there."
Muri flipped her hair back over her shoulder, but it didn't do much since her hair was short. Rosilia shook her head and continued on.
"I hate this island."
"Muri, it's not nice to hate."
"...Sorry." She crossed her arms and pouted.
"That's okay. The island will forgive you."
Muri stopped and pointed.
"FOOD!"
"No, no, no! No stopping! I told you to eat before we left!"
"But, Ros, it's food, right there, just waiting!"
"I don't care."
"You're mean."
"Again, I don't care."
"Nuuuuh!"
"Be quiet already. We're almost there."
"Guys, you're not helping."
"Yuru, stay out of this!"
"SHUT UP! I WILL TURN THIS THING AROUND!"
Everything was silent.
"She started it."
Rosilia sighed and blew a strand of hair out of her face. This was gonna be a loooooong ride.
"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"...Are we there yet?"
"No, not yet."
"...Are we there yet?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"NO."
Sigh.
"Are we there yet?"
"NO."
"...Are we there... Now?"
"MURI! The place is 'very very distant realm'. Very Very Distant Realm is very, VERY, distant!"
"So, does that mean that we're there?"
"Ugh."
"Are we there yet?"
"Stop asking that!"
"But I'm bored."
"Then find a way to entertain yourself."
Pop.
Pop.
Pop.
"ENOUGH! Can't you not be yourself for five minutes? FOR FIVE MINUTES!?"
The others turned away from eachother. Something moved forward, revealing Muri's head from the backseat.
POP.
"ARE WE THERE YET!?"
"Yes."
"Whew, thank goodness, I was about to die of boredom back here."
'Azalia' twitched in her sleep. Her eyes opened wide.
"I don't know why, but somewhere it feels like someone is being poked with a sharp stick."
"Stop poking me with a sharp stick."
"OW!"
"Quiet, it's all your fault. You just had to stop and eat. We were so close to being there, but- ow!"
Rosilia growled at a small tribe girl that had just pulled her hair. The five had found themselves in the right main area, but just a little too far away from the target point... And had ended up tied together by a hunter.
"It's all your fault."
"You said that already."
"I know, I just thought it was a nice thing to say at this point."
"Nice."
"Rosilia, come back now."
"Kinda busy." She kicked a native that had poked her with a spear.
"Something's happened."
At Morgan's urgent tone, Rosilia had no choice but to obey. She turned to see that Yuru and Grennt whispered back and forth before putting a plan into action. The young girl spoek to the natives experimentally and found that they spoke English. The combination of Yuru's sweet, soft voice and innocent tone and Grennt's powers of ampathy, she managed to convince them to let them go.
A death scene was here, but I judged it to be too depressing for the current rating and so left it out. Now back to the others.
"This is getting bad. The first death. We can't sit back and let this happen!"
"Don't have a heart attack."
"Morgan-"
"I mean, it's just one girl, right?"
"Wrong. It's a girl, a person, who could have easily been YOU."
Morgan gulped and shut her big mouth.
"Please calm down, both of you."
They both sat at the command of Mariana.
"Now," began the first in comment, "I understand the urgency of the situation. Unfortunately, it cannot be further helped. You will have to take care of it yourself."
"But I'm just- we're just six people, and with Juniper out-"
As if in answer, Mark and Juniper came in, Juniper supported by Mark.
"She's still weak, but she's got enough power to help. The healers won't put any more energy into her. She'll heal on her own."
"I have faith in your abilities."
Rosilia collapsed into her chair further and let out a string of some gibberish language, which the others took to mean 'yes I am very happy with the world right now and I think I'll go hug a tree now okay?'
But by her sharp tone, they knew it was really 'I really wish I wasn't here right now,' in simple and... Polite words.