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[snow]

Zinniah had made it to the Lonea Lake, at last. She now sat crosslegged in the grass near the lake with a map in front of her, while the moon hung clear and bright on the nightsky and sent beams like silver down on the waters surface.

Well, she had made it as far as to this lake, but the real target was to make it to Tamasha Village, where she could get at better meal and better sleep than she had had lately. But worst of all was the feeling of loneliness she had felt after she got separated with a good friend in a storm. Narzilla had been more than just a companion, Zinniah had realised afterwards, 'cause Narzilla had also been a protector, and she had brought dead animals back to Zinniah when she had been out hunting. Zinnah wasn't good at hunting alone, so she had mostly been eating berries, roots and mushrooms since she became alone.

With a sigh, she packed the map back down in her bag, when her stomach again made a faint sound, revealing that she was . She could spot small villages near the lake, perhaps she could get some food there. But on the other hand, maby starving a bit is just a good thing. Zinniah thought, while she glanced down on her chubby belly. But she soon threw away that thought, because beeing chubby - or at least having some meat on ones bones - had always been a sign of health where she came from. And Zinniah didn't wanna loose her healthy look, not at all.

Zinniah leand back on her arms and glanced out over the glittering lake, not sure if she should camp and rest here tonight, or if she should go to one of the villages and hope that she could find some place to eat and sleep. Her decision fell on the last alternative, so Zinniah stood up from the grass and hung the bag over her shoulder as she started to walk alongside the lake.

[thanh]

(Hope you don't mind the Nameless Master joining)

The monk walked along the side of the edge of the lake, enjoying the smeel of nature and the view, this wonderful land had brought to him. His freshly cut bald head shined in the sun like the water. He found a small spot to call his own for now and to practice his Martial Arts which, back home, he'd practice almost all day, three hours in the morning and four hours in the afternoon, on a simple diet of bean bread and rice, to show their simplicity. Although, he had broke one rule of the "Monks of Young Forest", called vegetarianism, he would still enjoy a nice cup of rice here and there.

The monk walked over and tied a bag of rice to a tree. He stood in a simple fighting stance and punched the bag 3 times with one hand- First time, with the first, second time, on the thumb-side of the hand, third on the otherside. He repeated these punches, with both hands, for numerous times. He then tied another bag, lower, about thigh-to-hip height on him and started kicking, making loud whops.

He paused his training when he heard the foot steps of someone, nearing him, yet continued, thinking it was just a simple traveler, roaming by.

[snow]

( Not at all:D )

Zinniah hung the bag with her few belongings better on her shoulder to prevent it to slip down while she walked. She didn't wanna carry to much, and had left almost everything back home when she left on this adventure. But she had brought with her one of her most precious things, a necklace formed as a cross with a green stone in the middle. Zinniah always wore that necklace, it hung around her neck in a leather cord. But she didn't wear it of religious matters, it was all because it had a sentimental value to her. She also wore a simple, green dress under a dark cloak that made flapping sounds when it got caught in the wind.

After a while, Zinniah noticed that the silence around the lake was replaced by a faint sound. At this distance, she couldn't figure out what made the noice, so she kept walking. Some of her dark brown hair fell down in her emerald green eyes, and she stroke it back behind her ear while she glanced around, curious to find the source to the sound she heard. And then she saw him, a man kicking at some bags that hung from a tree. Zinniah stopped with an amused look on her face, as she watched the man's technique when he trained with the bags. She then thought that the man perhaps didn't like someone watching him, still something held her back, unable to move on at the moment. Maby it was her own curiosity toward others, or perhaps because of her lack of company the last couple of days.

[thanh]

The monk, today was wearing his old uniform from the Young Forest Monastery". His robe overlapped and was held together by a piece of fabric in the robe. It was also held together by a black sash around his waist. He also wore same colour pants which is sienna colour, along with socks overtop and the same sandals he wore, since he left the Monastery.

He turned his head, to see a young woman in the distance, wearing a dress with a dark coloured cloak. To him, she was quite beautiful but he should not bother, besides, he has the day to train. As soon as he got the 50th kick for his left leg, he stopped. He figured that was enough conditioning for the day. He went down on his hands and with the momentum forced both his legs up against the tree and stood on his head, without help from his hands.

The woman, who was watching him, seemingly amused by his training. The woman, though, also seemed , as if she hadn't had much in a few days. He pondered this moment but then, and got down from his headstand. He pulled his conical hat over his head as he searched through his bag for something edible and came across a few bread buns. He pulled out a small cloth bag of four buns and walked towards the girl, with a smile on his face. "You seem , ma'am, here, take these." He held the bag of buns out with one hand and the other hand was as a typical monk would as he was praying.