Legend of Ransera

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It would seem that land really did have something against her as she was yet again running as fast as she could from something. She has no clue the sound that had her so scared was just a squealmouse's scream, and not the monster her head made from a dead tree covered in moss. Her run however, was cut short by a root. There was a split second of air. Realization that she was falling and then a face full of mud. She turned, sat up and grabbed her staff now ready to defend herself. But nothing was there. She would listen, swinging her staff to face all the sounds. After a moment she would get up, wipe the mud from her face and dirt from her clothes. She would grunt. And a single thought had once again messed with her sanity. She pulled the hat from her head. And with a growl started to speak to it.

 “Captain, do you enjoy seeing me suffer? Is that what this is. I am not a Land person. I do not belong here. The person, Yeva, you sent me after does not exist. I have traveled this land for over a season with only a few wing people pointing me in different directions.” She grumbled. The more they talked the more she had to say. The more she said the more upset it made her. “I don't like the cold. And yet again I find this place getting chilly in the mornings. All I wanted to do was help you and the ship. And you left me lost at the cove for a year. And now you have me treading this forsaken land chasing spirits. I'm done being used as entertainment for you. I'm done being your puppet.” She said 

She may be wrong. But she didn't care any more. She was mad and blamed this trip for it and blamed this trip on him. “I'm going home.” She spoke either unaware of the odds her ship was still out there or not caring. What mattered was she was done here and was going to try to find her ship. 

Kaiko would put the hat back on her head and with a determined frown she would start walking in hopes that she could find the sea or a river. She was tird, lost, hungry, and mad. She would walk. And walk. And walk. Movement made her stop. She adjusted her grip on her staff. She would face whatever it was. She would charge with a scream. And a small bird would fly off. She would notice with relief. Before noticing the berries. She would smile immediately walking over and start picking the small fruit. She would pop them into her mouth as fast as she was picking them. They were bitter and small but they were food. And that was the important thing. 

Most people know to avoid the pink plant with purple berries. They would also know that the young green leaves were actually the food part but not her. She went for the toxic berries. Fortunately her body knew how to safely digest the poison and store it for later use. But that did not change that fact her mouth turned pink along with her hands. Even after she was full she took the hat off and pulled the clusters from nearby plants filling the hat up. Once satisfied she would start walking again. Next came the need for water. Dehydration seems to have been an ever present feeling for her since she last saw the sea. But it was quickly getting worse. 

Seemed she was not completely immune from the effects of the berries. They were taking all the water from her. Dehydrating her from the insides out. Once she put the pieces together she would dump the berries putting her hat back on. Still searching for water