Sitting up in the hay that she hoarded into the corner of the stall, Daiyanissa stretched her arms and leaned back. Finally alone she smiled and looked around, pleased to be back to basics. She started to unload her weapons, finishing with her crossbow. She pulled out a rag from her effects and started to polish it. Always happiest while working, she began to whistle.

Many thoughts running though her mind, why was that man transported here through time, and from a different land. There are so many with the same scroll as she did. What is going on? She allows herself to think back to her family, lovingly remembering her childhood. Playing in the cornfields with her brother, chasing one another in a game of tag.

'I wonder when it will be that simple again...'


Continuing to whistle she rubs her crossbow spotless, working into the morning...