Korrin looked as Lemnia blinked in confusion and was about to ask what was wrong when she asked her question. He looked at her with raised eyebrows and sputtered. To say he was now thoroughly embarrassed was an understatement. ”W-well. . .” He said with a stutter, trying to figure out an appropriate response and looked at Tora’s direction, and saw that the swordsman looked incredibly humored by Lemnia’s question.
Oh how was he gonna spin this story?!
”There was one time,” Korrin said, thinking on his feet to make up the story, ”A wagon of lumber was being carted to a carpenter’s village. But then a bear was wandering on the same road, and all of a sudden, the bear was like, ‘This wagon’s in the way, I’ve got to get home for hibernation! I’m gonna smack this wagon!’ And knocked the wagon over! There was wood spilling out everywhere! One piece of wood was rolling down a hill, and I was walking down a forest path.”
Korrin then made a ‘whoosh’ sound. ”The wood rushed past me! Had I been six feet closer, I’d have been as flat as a piece of bacon!” he concluded his slightly wild, and mostly made up story. He eyed Tora looking at Cretas, who looked concerned about something. He thought nothing of it, as long as he kept Lemnia safe for the time being, he didn’t want to know what was going on until after Cretas came back.
The rest of Korrin’s day was quiet, and although he was witness to some of the activities of Mother and Daughter, he never moved to join them as he had several things on his mind. A’hana, the inevitability of leaving to continue on the trek to the new world, and the tension he’s been feeling on the ship, as it appeared that due to his interactions with the first, he was not knowing how the other two’s answers were at this particular moment. He was watching the moon, pacing on the beach shores trying to determine what he was going to do about it. It had been awhile since he spoke to Cretas or Tora, but he understood they were busy and Korrin was not simply a kid anymore.
He was a hunter and a fighter, as he always told himself. But he was also under Cretas’ employ, so it stands to reason he had to check on how preparations are going, and the Captain’s mindset and plan. Not that he’d ever go to the Captain ever again after the first encounter. The less disturbance he caused him, the better for now. However the flame crawling around in his mind made him think other thoughts. What if the Captain became a problem? Is he someone to protect his employer from? Had Korrin neglected his duty and obligation as a hireling to Cretas because of time spent with A’hana? Was A’hana worth spending time with?
He slapped himself visibly. ”How dare you think that.” he muttered, talking out towards the moon as if it was a reflection of himself. ”A’hana emnraced me in kindness when she heard my story. A story I only so far told only Tora… should I tell Cretas too? Explain to her a story I have to force myself to not tell except with drink in hand? I already did it twice without it… No. You need to be honest with your employer Korrin Arzan. She’s allowed you to join her on this expedition and what have you done for her in return?”
He stopped, and kept staring at the moon. ”What are you prepared to do if anything happens? Desmiel help me, grant me aid in this turmoil. Teacher, what should I do?” He muttered before sighing in resignation. All he was doing was venting at the moon. He really should be heading for sleep, either on the ship, or resting on the dock. He looked at the garb he bought and then nodded to himself. It still is a nice outfit, I’m glad I got it. It suits me. he thought as he walked along the beach.