How it will be

 ChaCha was still trying to figure it out the man from the sea. How could this be? War was a horse? Was it Corrin's doing? Was she that masterful?

"I don't think so," Milo shook his head no as they looked at the drawings under the torchlight. It was like watching a dance with moves of the hands and legs in proper positions to let in certain energy and then to somehow let it go. All the while, making one stronger even the brain more powerful. Maybe.

"I don't think she has any control over him," he shrugged as he hugged himself. Naturally, he was being cold and she couldn't let herself ask about what had happened under the sea when ChaCha thought it might be the end. 

"But..but he can control her," ChaCha said, thinking no way did she have this kind of faith. Were they to become Martial Artists or just warriors?

Milo nodded. He told her he didn't know War was this kind of powerful. He'd heard of his stories as a General and how he'd taken over cities without wiping out the common people. "He does know right from wrong," he nodded and added that some Martial Artists were rather ignorant of this concept. "We live in a world that doesn't understand respect, even if you are a great fighter."

ChaCha nodded. Yes, it was like being thrown to the wolves. She didn't know what to make of it. This might as well have been a dream or quite possibly a nightmare.

She looked over her shoulder and noticed War brought fish from the sea and a few crabs too. "I have faith in leaving this to you two," he smiled. "First food, and then we will discuss what's next."

Milo nodded and went to clean the fish. ChaCha found a pot for the stew. There were a few roots for seasoning and even a carrot or two along with some potatoes to round out the meal. They set out on the daily activity of what a bagger might live on. In the end, she found some flour for fry bread. 

"What about Corrin?" She asked as they made themselves comfortable around the open campfire near the cave where they ate.

"Let her rest," War said as he ate. "She can't really see her future clearly for the past." He said it was all in her head. "But only she can figure this out. I can only do so much." War said once upon a time she was a talented girl. But she'd been manipulated because someone thought she would be too powerful.

ChaCha nodded as she nibbled on the bread and ate more of her veg than the fish. Really, she was not a seafood person. War watched her eat and her eyes shot him a look that she would most certainly eat the fish and she did.

War smiled at her. "I have an inkling, you'll do quite well with medical procedures. You seem to know your way around the kitchen." He pulled a manual of some kind from his robe. "Read this," he thrust the book toward her. "Study it diligently. We need someone like you with us."