The day the Angels fell. Enter: Nanaomi & Luxanna!

Nanaomi didn't say a word. She simply kept walking. Her right hand gripped the Saya of her katana tightly as the thumb of said hand kept pushing upon the tsuba only to retract it. This caused a continuous *click* Noise every few seconds. Her mind wondering to many things, but focusing on one particular thought. Every time she attempted to stray from her current thoughts she found herself right back and square one. This, wouldn't have happened if she didn't trust in Cador. If she didn't trust in herself. If she had greater ambitions, or even said no to joining the civil war, perhaps, some of this if not all of it could have been avoided. She scowled softly at the the idea presented in her head.

Nanaomi allowed the blade to sheath one last time to make that last click. Her eyes would look to the left with out moving her head, staring in Luxanna's direction before allowing her haze to recede back forward. Her mind wondering to different subjects before settling on the future. What was even left to do? The Civil war was, for all intense and purposes over. There were things to finish and clean up, sure, but for now, their job was done. And besides, having been held prisoner for almost a month meant that she was less than interested in doing more fighting. She needed time to think, to analyze her situation. To decide her final fate. For now, she'd just let her mind drift through a sea of uncertainty. Several interesting ideas popping up in her head.

Nanaomi eyed her surroundings before stopping. Her right ear twitched ever so softly. Her hand raised as if to say stay silent. It was then she slowly and quietly unsheathed her blade. She could hear the skittering in the bushes near them from some sort of animal. With out hesitation and in the blink of an eye, Nanaomi would be seen sheathing her blade. But during that blink was what was amazing. In the middle of that blink she had darted into the bushes, slit the neck of the creature in there, managed to slide some banana like fruit from a tree, and sheath her blade. As the shink resounded across the area the dinosaur like creature fell from behind the bushes and into the path they were walking as did the banana like fruit. Nanaomi would pick up one of the fruits and start eating it as she would gather wood to make a fire.

After taking the time to set it up, Nanaomi made sure to let Luxanna tell her when to take the meat off the fire and stuff essentially being her hands for making the meat. Then, the woman would serve the meat to her. Afterwards, Nanaomi simply sat cross legged at the fire with her eyes closed and the blade resting upon her lap in a meditative state.

Nanaomi heard the ripping, crunching, and odd noises coming from Luxanna as she was gnawing on the lizard like creature. Almost in an instant, Nanaomi would find herself standing up and having slammed the butt of her Saya into Luxanna's stomach, aiming to send her skidding across the path a small ways. Hopefully she got the hit. After the attack, the woman would begin eating another banana like fruit in a more civilized manner, hopefully giving Luxanna the idea she wanted to convey. If not, she'd have to be a tad more forceful. But currently, Nanaomi was in a mood where she was alright with that. As it was, she blamed herself for everything that's happened. And as such, she was nearing the pivotal point where she decided what to actually do about it. One could say she was teetering on the psychedelic choice of psychopathic intent.

Upon realizing that Luxanna had yet to realize her faults, Nanaomi became slightly, agitated. Though that wasn't the best word to use it was the closest to what she felt. She'd lean over and grab a stick from one of the bushes close to them and smack the front part of her paws with enough force to draw her attention but not enough to harm her. After which, she'd return to a meditative state. And every time Luxanna attempted to act, rather uncouth, she'd do the same action. It almost felt like teaching a new pet when to eat from it's own bowl and not knock the dinner bowl off the counter.